Contributor: Carla Mack, guest contributor for Addiction Hope
“How did I get here?”
I remember asking myself that question years ago. I grew up in a Christian home, my parents rarely drank alcohol and my dad consistently told me about the importance of being honest.
That day, 4th of July, my children asked me what was wrong with daddy.
I answered, “He’s just sick, it’ll be okay.” That was the time that is marked in my mind. I had just lied to my kids. I knew he wasn’t sick, he was drunk.
High School Sweetheart
This man was my high school sweetheart. I remember seeing him across the room in band, I was immediately interested. We dated through the remainder of high school and college, almost six years, getting married soon after graduation.
We had three amazing kiddos, our son looked just like him and our daughters looked just like me. No one knew from the outside the pain of addiction we were facing behind closed doors.
Tempers and Put Downs
When he drank it was usually just cutting comments and put downs toward me. But as our son grew older they became directed at him as well. Sometimes his temper would flare and we were not sure what had caused it. We began walking on egg shells and the drinking kept getting worse.
I loved him deeply and tried to talk to him about getting help. I had learned at a young age the importance of forgiveness, and I so that is what I did. He would get drunk at night and wake up with such remorse. He thought he could overcome his drinking problem on his own.
Back to Independence Day… we had been to a BBQ and had left early; my husband was drunk and had passed out in the passenger seat on the way home. It was still light out as I pulled into my driveway. My husband stumbled into the house to lie down on the bed.
The kids wanted to do fireworks; I was always scared of fireworks, they were always his job. I would sit way back and watch. I thought “how am I going to do this?” But I mustered up the courage, took the kids out, and we pretended like everything was okay.
The Next Morning
The next morning my husband came up to me, apologetic and remorseful. I had seen it so many times before. He had often told me he was going to only have one drink, that he was going to only drink beer no hard alcohol, and that he was going to slow down.
I told him that I had learned that 4th of July night that as much as I didn’t want to, I could do this on my own. He called a friend of his and started in Alcoholics Anonymous, he stopped drinking that day, that was seven years ago.
The First Year of Sobriety
That first year of his sobriety was difficult for us. He was battling recovery and I was so angry. I had no idea that I had all of those emotions hidden deep inside. I thought that I was forgiving him for each offense but they had been piling up inside me.
I began seeing someone to talk through these feelings and praying that my forgiveness would turn to true forgiveness and not just words.
The Strength of Sobriety
That “independence” day changed our lives, our independence from addiction due to my husband’s strength, has forever changed our lives. He continues to utilize this program to this day and I believe it will be a lifelong struggle of addiction for him.
I cannot imagine where our life would be today without that his strength and choice. I am so grateful for his deep love for us and himself.
If you or someone you love is struggling with the pain of addiction, I encourage you to seek help.
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Last Updated & Reviewed By: Jacquelyn Ekern, MS, LPC on November 19th, 2014
Published on AddictionHope.com