As I left for work this morning, I took one more glance at my youngest. He was sadly staring at me, watching me leave him—again.
I feel guilty because my addiction took from my enjoyment of parenting my first child. I feel guilty because even though now I have it together, for so long I did not.
I don’t drink every day. And when I’m alone with the kids I don’t drink at all. I always wait until after 5 pm to start, and I’m in bed by 9… But am I an alcoholic?
I have yet to figure out why large family holidays are still really hard for me, even after 16 years of recovery and a shit-ton of therapy.