It took me years to admit that I was a classic co-dependent in a relationship with an alcoholic.
Twelve years ago this Thanksgiving. That’s when our relationship ended, with our apartment door locked and his key slipped back under. Twelve years!!
A lovestain on my heart. That’s what he left 12 years ago. We’d unraveled and hurt each other. That lovestain is now a little scar that I’ll always carry around.
This amazes me: the daughter he left behind is exactly the same age as my second daughter:
I will always be grateful for the friends and family who stepped forward that Thanksgiving to support me with their arms open, and without judgment.
Here’s to all the parents on Thanksgiving who are doing it on their own. May you be surrounded by hugs and hot food and a chair to sit down and eat.
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