I’m finding it very hard to be grateful this morning. I could go through the myriad of things that I have that I’m grateful for. But they’re just “things,” and I’m very grateful, appreciative, blessed, undeserving, uncomfortable sharing all the “things,” I have that I’m grateful for.
I’m grateful for some of the other things that aren’t things like my children and their wonderful spouses and 2 beautiful grandchildren, my pets, my sobriety, the wonderful caring people, new and old, that I’ve met on TS, especially you gratidudes on my home thread. My Al-Anon groups that I’m getting to know and love.
But my reality is none of those material things, even nature, which I love so much, mean shit as I’m stepping over my wife on the living room floor where she slept much of the night last night.
I guess I’m grateful she didn’t fall in the restaurant last night. I forced her to take my hand as we left. I’m grateful she didn’t rudely voice her opinion butting in on someone else’s conversation. I’m grateful I put on a movie and step over her a few times when I got up. I’m grateful I took pics for the first time and sent them to her by text. I’m grateful I wasn’t afraid to do that. I have been. I’ve always thought that was petty.
I’m grateful I finally got my apology that I thought would be nice when she does things like this. It wasn’t. I’m grateful I reckon those apologies don’t mean shit coming from an active alcoholic. I’m grateful we already talked about last night. I’m grateful when I realized I was doing all the talking, that means I’m trying to control and uncontrollable situation. And so I thought about that. Yep. Exactly what I’m doing. I’m grateful I finally shut up and came here.
I’m grateful I love my wife.
I FUCKING HATE THE ALCOHOLIC!!
I’m grateful we are going to walk the dogs in the cool Flagstaff weather. I can’t wait to see Minnie’s face. She loves the trail and cool weather up here.
I’m grateful I did a meditation about Hopelessness. Because that is exactly how I feel.
I’m grateful I read the A Spiritual Principle A Day book. And I read it from 2 days ago instead of today.
I’m grateful it was about surrendering.
I’m grateful it was about surrendering AGAIN. And again and again. Every fucking day until I get this right.
I’m grateful my meditation about hopelessness talked about hopelessness being resistance.
My resistance to: Hope
Freedom.
Ease.
Light.
Healing is through hope.
Hope is through surrender.
Surrender allows me to trust.
Trust this too shall pass.
Whelp. That’s all I got. Thanks to anyone who might have read this. It’s fucking hard as hell some days. I think there’s a noon meeting I can hit on Monday.
I already told her if she’s drinking for lunch I’m canceling the Mother’s Day dinner reservation tonight. I don’t think that’s me trying to control. I just don’t want to put myself in that situation. I pray I hold firm on that boundary today. She can still go to dinner. It’s her choice.
I’m grateful for y’all.
I’m grateful my sobriety is fucking strong.
Happy fucking Mother’s Day y’all.
Love you