tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2530451786669304321.post7121415371188531871..comments2023-09-22T08:12:25.535-04:00Comments on THE PRIVILEGED ADDICT : This Guy Gets ItCharliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04183269305957041463noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2530451786669304321.post-4550632699633480162015-11-03T09:55:31.498-05:002015-11-03T09:55:31.498-05:00Rereading your old blog posts to get me through th...Rereading your old blog posts to get me through the day. Its like a hammer to my forehead and a knife through my heart. I do feel its diff when it is your child b/c how do you walk away? I always think...THIS time she is improving, getting better, working, acting normal - whatever, but it never actually turns out to be THIS time. Never.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2530451786669304321.post-84217052220296253832015-09-29T22:26:31.028-04:002015-09-29T22:26:31.028-04:00Hey no problem. You are so welcome. I forgot to me...Hey no problem. You are so welcome. I forgot to mention that even when I got better, it was still all about me. I didn't get better for anybody else. I got better because I wanted to get all lit up on spiritual stuff and God instead of booze and junk. I got better because I wanted to challenge myself not to be an f'ing wimp. I actually began to welcome suffering as an opportunity to walk through it. Anyway, it was only after the novelty of my spiritual experience and whatever pink cloud I was on wore off that I continued to get better and work hard just to do the right thing for those in my life etc., to love them better and so forth...<br /><br />Bless you, too.Charliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04183269305957041463noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2530451786669304321.post-55937375872154519172015-09-29T22:00:37.517-04:002015-09-29T22:00:37.517-04:00I think that everyone living with addicts would be...I think that everyone living with addicts would benefit from your blog. My husband drank and drugged himself to death. I thought if I just had the right words I could save him but he was happy with an empty life and didn't care about me and our children. It was all about him. You are helping me understand it was never about me. Bless you, Charlie.<br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com