So today my parents have been married 33 years. It still amazes me. These people have been through more shit than they ever should have had to. And they made it. My brothers and I are addicted. My sister and I ended up in abusive relationships. And they still made it. And when I say they’ve been amazing… I don’t even know how to explain it. They were good parents. I honestly don’t know how we ended up as addicted other than to believe the whole genetics thing. My parents know what it was like to grow up with addicts and stayed away from it. My brothers and I were never exposed to it so I guess we never grasped the danger. But they pulled us out. The worked with us. They never gave up on us. And now all 3 of us are clean sober and living our best lives… my parents aren’t perfect. But I wouldn’t trade them. So 33 years of life later. I just really hope they know they are loved and that they inspire people. They are the only reason I haven’t given up on love all together. Maybe it’s still out there for me.
I am well aware that I am lucky to have the family I have. The parents that I have. I know most of us don’t.
This was a conversation between my dad and I a couple of weeks ago.
