Sunday, February 04, 2007

It is Okay to be Angry.

I went to see BHP (my counselor) on Friday.

She said it had been almost six months since I had been to see her and wondered why I decided to return? I told her how I was feeling - see my post "I Should Have My Ass Kicked."

I opened up to her and let her know about my angry outbursts at J****. My angry outbursts are outrageous, F**** tells me that I am mean. This weekend (I tried really hard to control them) but I would just seethe with anger when he was doing absolutely NOTHING and I was torn three ways between the kids and trying to accomplish something.Here's how it happens. Scenario is a floor covered with toys, etc. J**** just sitting there. Has been home all day (yes, I understand third shift, but he can do something during the day since he says he doesn't go to sleep until 11:30 am.). Mommy, Mommy, Mommy, Mommy, Mommy, he's watching sports, I'm doing homework with two little girls -- he will help if we ask him too, but doesn't take the initiative to do so himself. The tension builds, and builds, until KABOOM I blow up, scream, cuss, call him names, etc...

One major problem is communication. The only way that we communicate is reading what the other writes in a journal. In me, this stems from my always being a peacekeeper in the alcoholic family, and J**** I believe was the clown in his.

But, I found out it is harder after the partner sobers themselves. I have been through my studies of trust, grudges, and drama on this blog and have scolded myself for those feelings. But, BHP says it is okay to be angry, it is understandable to be angry. So -- let's see what we can find out from others...

An article below -- my notes in orange...
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Quotes from (click link to read the entire article)...

Al-Anon helps families cope with alcohol scars

"Alcoholism is one of the few diseases I know of that consumes the entire family," said Kathy, whose has seen three generations of her family scarred by alcohol. I too am a child of an alcoholic married to a recovering alcoholic and we have children, 1,2,3 generations.

One of the main messages is to quit being an enabler, or one who unintentionally helps the alcoholic continue drinking. Take care of yourself, members are told, but demand that the alcoholic take care of herself or himself. I'm afraid my anger is going to give him reason to start drinking again, so I believe I suppress it until the rage builds and I cannot contain it anymore. But, then in some sick way, I wonder if I burst out in rage to push him over the brink, because it is somehow easier to live with the alcohol as an excuse for my problems, to blame my inadequacies on someone else. I tend to not take responsibility for my mistakes. Which makes me laugh to think that the Boss said the other day something to the effect that "All of us make stupid mistakes, except for hehehehehehe." Wonder if he was being sarcastic?

Members are encouraged to identify suppressed emotions, accept responsibility for the way they feel and communicate freely. Do you know how hard this is? I've trained myself to stuff it all into the back of my head, file it away and forget about it. Every day, growing up was a new day, clean slate, we forgave Daddy and acted like it never happened. Shhhhh.

"It wasn't until I went to Al-Anon that I realized how crazy I had been acting," said Lonnie, also a local member. "And I wasn't the one who had been drinking." heheheheheh -- true, true.

Children who grow up in alcoholic homes are taught not to feel, not to trust and not to talk, said Kathy. I am trying to break this cycle - but right now they just think Mommy is mean.

"Every time I got angry, someone else got angrier," Dorothy said, "and it wasn't worth it. So I stuffed my anger, but it comes out anyway by damaging my health in different ways."

"When one person is alcoholic, I believe the spouse becomes more ill than the alcoholic just to hold things together, to make a family a unit rather than being devastated by the disease." I really don't feel good, and I am thrilled deep down that he is clean and sober, but I am adjusting and it is hard. I have lived with alcohol my entire life and that is the way of life that I know. This is a new way of life for me. It is scary.

Anger was a tension running through their household.

"My dad was angry, my mom was angry at him, and I was angry at them," she said. BHP has asked me to write down all the reasons that I am angry at my Daddy. She was shocked at the range of emotions that I carry for him: sympathy, anger, the need to protect him, love, fear, the fact that he intimidates me so, yet my extreme need to want to scream at him. All the things I want to tell him but can't. Ya know what I mean?

That behavior carried over into adulthood, where she married an alcoholic who had stopped drinking several years before, but who hadn't changed the behaviors that lay behind his alcoholism. Changing their behaviors that lay behind their alcoholism. J**** is going to have to identify these himself. BHP has said that she will work with him. I hope he can look deep inside himself and see that just being clean and sober doesn't make him a man, there's a whole lot more to being a father, husband, and a man than just being conscious and coherent.

"My obsession was making sure my alcoholic was OK," she said, "because that meant that me and the children were OK too."

Since her husband had quit drinking, her children grew up in a household in which there was no alcohol. But one of her sons became an alcoholic anyway, Kathy said. My greatest fear.

"That was my catalyst to begin a program of recovery," she said. "And now my son is in recovery too."

"Many of us in Al-Anon live with an alcoholic or the dry product and have very rewarding, peaceful lives, in spite of what is going on around us," she said. I have been to some al-anon sessions, but can't seem to make the time or justify it. Again, shhhhh, don't talk about it, stuff it in the back of your head. I don't want all that stuff making me feel bad, just forget it. blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. I can see it working, but I'm still making excuses...

"I don't love my husband any less, but his disease has destroyed much of what a marriage is about." I can't top that statement.

Friday, February 02, 2007

Please Help My Cyber Friend

I am a member of an online forum of folks trying to follow David Ramsey's plan Total Money Makeover. We're all trying to get out of debt.

When I joined the forums one of the first people that commented was this lovely lady. One day I logged into the forum and found out that their house had burned. She has six children.

Please click on this link and go to her blog.

The House is on Fire

Married 15 years. His and hers former military. Two polydactyl calico cats, currently in foster care. Unschool. Self-employed. Used to live in a house built in 1913. Six kids. 13 yo girl. 11 yo girl. 8 yo boy. 5 yo boy. 3 yo girl. 18 mo boy.
From reading her posts on the forum and from reading her blog, I know it is hard for her. Please help them out by donating $2.00 -- if we all do - maybe they can get back on their feet.

Thanks,
Nay

Thursday, February 01, 2007

How I Got My Job

February 1 today is my 6 year anniversary at my job.

I had been unemployed since May of 2000 and the reserve money was dwindling down. F**** was born at the end of May 2000 and I was thankful for the opportunity to be home with her for that amount of time. But the time had come to find a job.

I have always been taught and believe Matthew 6:

25 Therefore I say unto you, Take no thought for your life, what ye shall eat, or what ye shall drink; nor yet for your body, what ye shall put on. Is not the life more than meat, and the body than raiment? 26 Behold the fowls of the air: for they sow not, neither do they reap, nor gather into barns; yet your heavenly Father feedeth them. Are ye not much better than they? 27 Which of you by taking thought can add one cubit unto his stature? 28 And why take ye thought for raiment? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they toil not, neither do they spin: 29 And yet I say unto you, That even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these. 30 Wherefore, if God so clothe the grass of the field, which today is, and tomorrow is cast into the oven, shall he not much more clothe you, O ye of little faith? 31 Therefore take no thought, saying, What shall we eat? or, What shall we drink? or, Wherewithal shall we be clothed? 32 (For after all these things do the Gentiles seek:) for your heavenly Father knoweth that ye have need of all these things.
We were moving into a duplex, I had to sell my house. Ms. F**** was 9 months old and had just started to walk. I had applied for this job and several others. I had received correspondence back from this agency saying "Thank you, but you are over qualified." So, I was still looking. I had interviewed with the agency for another department and was runner up to an in-house person looking to transfer. So, still looking. We had the phone installed and were moving in on January 30 - my Mother-in-law had just plugged in the phone and walked down the hall. The phone rang...we just looked at each other, hmmmmm. I answered it and it was this agency calling, in fact it was the same person that sent me the Thank you, No Thank you Letter.

Here's how my starting here worked out:

Employer: Hello, you just interviewed for such and such position. I was wondering if you would be interested in an equivalent position in my department.

Me: Why sure, when would you like me to come in for an interview?

Employer: Well, the committee that interviewed you for the other position was impressed with your skills so if you are interested, when can you start?

Me: (silence, in shock) I can start right now if you would like.

Employer: How about this? You come in tomorrow, fill out all of your paper work and start on the first. That is the beginning of our pay period.

Me: That would be great, ummm, I know this may sound petty but how much will I be making?

Employer: It starts off with a salary of $32,500 is that okay.

Me: Oh that is just fine - I'll see you tomorrow.

God provided me with a job to take care of my family, with a job that allows me to be flexible with my time to put my children as priority, God has provided me with two caring supervisors that I am also proud to call my friends.

I had faith in God that he would provide me with a job and the means to maintain a home. But, the passage says that the Lord knows WHAT you NEED. I didn't know at that time that I needed more than a job and a means. God knew that I needed flexible, caring individuals. He knew that I needed friends that trusted him as I do - my coworkers. He put together four individuals who have all faced the same problems with family members and addictions, with al-anon, with coping, and growing up.

The good Lord provides - for that I am thankful. Thanks M*** for reminding me that it was going to be my anniversary. Thanks to S**** for being bold and saying "Hey - hire her."

To God give the praise, and I thank Him for my job.