So, I asked my husband if he would watch our son for a few hours tonight while I go to Al-anon. I wanted him to say yes, of course… But I almost wanted him to put up a fight so I could say, “forget it.” But he was kind and said, “this will be good for you.”
Just like that. Such a supportive husband. That’s something I never give him credit for. He backs me when my guns are blazing for my feminist ideals, pursuits of equality for minorities or standing up for what I believe in. And he again, supported me today.
There you have it. I’ll go to this meeting today. To tell you the truth: I’m scared.
I’ll hear something about no control. No ability to make these people change. Acceptance. Lead by example. Don’t enable.
I know, duh you say, easy. Easy. But so hard when it’s people you love. Drugs addicts. Alcoholics. Abusers. But, family. It’s so messed up.
Ultimately, I live my life for him. My sweet, sweet man child.
“Be faithful in the small things….” Mother Theresa.