I'm sobbing in my apartment right now and I couldn't have even seen this coming. I was absolutely fine not minutes ago--then all of a sudden I felt like I had to "make" something of the time I finally had to have a conversation with my boyfriend, so of course I tried to talk about what's on my mind--bring him into my world so that maybe he could offer a different vantage point--and of course, my expectations let me down.
Then, I feel like I frustrated him, even though he told me I didn't. Then I keep wondering why he never says anything when I try to share these things with him and can sit in total silence on the phone and then sound annoyed that I then "quiz him on his thoughts and feelings." Why am I so upset? I feel like the most important thing to him right now is that he doesn't miss the beginning of the movie he's about to watch. Why can't we just have a deep conversation for once--or at least one that doesn't leave me feeling so alone!?
It was that quote from my Al-Anon meeting tonight: "love cannot flow through a heart of fear and resentment." Especially right now, though, I can see how true it is. I'm obviously full of resentment as I sit here balling and angrily questioning my entire relationship just because my boyfriend doesn't communicate the same way I do. Seeing how I immediately started apologizing for upsetting him--even though he did nothing to show that was the case and became confused with my apologies--it's easy to see that I'm fearful. Finally, with how absolutely alone I feel right now, it's clear to see how I'm not accepting the love I know my boyfriend has for me, or else I wouldn't be feeling so hopeless.
But the truth is: I am scared. I'm scared about my relationship. Especially after tonight's speaker talking about Love, peaking my OCD nature to remind me of something I've noticed ever since I first walked into a meeting: very few people are married, and if they are, they go to meetings together because their child is an alcoholic.
This only flares up my old absolutely stubborn thoughts about refusing to become another ACOA statistic who either becomes an alcoholic, or marries one. Where are all the success stories of people who came from chaos, but managed to make a happy life for themselves? Why aren't they speaking at these meetings? Why must all the positive still carry so much NEGATIVE?!?
I am scared. I'm scared I'll be another woman in the room who came from an alcoholic upbringing and unknowingly married an alcoholic. I"m scared I'll run away from an opportunity to have a great life just because I'm afraid of the risk. I'm scared my boyfriend will finally get sick of my whining and break up with me. I'm scared we'll get married and he'll get tired of me someday. I'm scared to have children. I'm scared that a child of mine may become an alcoholic. I'm scared to have to deal with these issues MY WHOLE LIFE. I'm scared my boyfriend won't ever go to these meetings with me so that we actually can talk about this stuff...
...and now I'm scared I won't be able to get all of this off my mind to successfully study and fall asleep tonight...
"Just for today I will try to live this day only and not try to tackle all my problems at once." Al-Anon's Just for Today
Hey Curious Student :)
ReplyDeleteI just wanted to tell you that I TOTALLY feel what you feel. I have all the same fears as you, day in and day out...and I just started going to meetings also (last night was my 2nd).
I am the voice of recovery and no longer live in the negative. Tonight I did a Twitter search on ACOA (weird enough by itself!!) because I'm feeling led to once again counsel those still struggling.
ReplyDeleteUnlike you, I didn't get introduced to ACOA until I began recovery for my own alcoholism. And, yes, by then I was engaged to an alcoholic.
Thirty years later we are both still sober, have a beautiful adult child born into recovery and I am healed from the pain of my childhood.
If you ever want to chat, dm @kdrewien
Fullohope, thanks for bringing me comfort that I'm not alone in feeling like I'm going crazy.
ReplyDeleteAnd Kathy, boy, are your words powerful. I can only pray that I can one day bring children "into recovery." It's "success stories" like yours that I get angry about not hearing enough of, but that bring me so much motivation whenever I do get to hear of them!