This day 14 years ago, I was preparing for my 2nd wedding. We were all so excited. The boys had done a great job of keeping our surprise elopement a secret, however, Lindsey wasnt going to keep her pending arrival a secret much longer. We were all full of hope and the chance for a new life together as a family. Within a few years, we had bought our first home, brought home a beautiful baby girl, earned college degrees and had the world by the tail. Our careers were sailing along, moving us up snd giving us financial security. Then on January 12th, 2002, all of that started to change. The catalyst for the change was a slip off the wagon. His first drink in years. The slope was slippery and down we slid. Soon the falls from the wagon were monthly, then weekly and finally one day just ran into the next until there was nothing left. The house was gone, careers were sagging, we were paycheck to paycheck again and our family was in tatters. Through all of this, I just kept remembering to love the person, hate the disease That lasted until the person and the disease became one. There was no longer any distinction. Today, things are very different than they were 14yrs ago. The walls of our Camelot fell to ruin amongst the empty promises and empty bottles. The kids and I have gone on and we do okay most days, but no one was left unscathed. On the eve of what would have been anniversary #14, I still wonder what would have been if that day in January had been different. What mountains would we have climbed? What journeys would we have taken? What sites would we have seen? I guess that we will never know... Love the person, hate the disease.
Posted on: Tue, 23 Dec 2014 00:56:57 +0000
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