I think…maybe…almost…I would rather not have known what it would be like.

The sobriety.

What an awful thought.

That I…maybe…almost…would give back knowing the real him.

I wonder if it would be easier to not blame myself…if I didn’t know who he is sober.

No. Just. Who he is.

When the alcohol consumes him, I have learned to separate the behavior from him.

I didn’t know that before.

Sometimes I wish I could have that ignorance back. It was easy to be angry at him before I knew.

Anger is easier than this.

Whatever this is.



Breaking me. Again.

Breaking me differently. I don’t snap anymore. There’s no shouting or threatening.

I’m quieter. I suppose because the break is deeper this time.

The kind of break when you’ve… almost…resigned yourself to a life of…existing.

Except once you know there’s something different, you never completely give up.

So I hope. Pray. Plead.

Sometimes the hope wins.

But sometimes…

I think…maybe…almost…I would rather not have known what it would be like.

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2 Responses to Maybe…Almost

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  2. Praying for you and your heart as you wait. Praying for more than existence for you, whatever that looks like. I struggle with anxious thoughts, and although different than what you are going through, I know the work it is to think of things being different. Praying.

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