Tuesday
December 2, 2014
When one door almost closes
"You OK?" I
asked Tony.
Tony said, "When
my parents got divorced I had the choice between my workaholic, Type A, mother
and my alcoholic father. My mother
assumed I'd pick her. I was ten years
old. I knew they were both crazy, but my
father was a happy drunk so I chose him.
Mom never forgave me.
"When I was fourteen I ran away from
home. I got to my mom's office about
4:00. She made me wait in the lobby
until 5:30. Then she reminded me I had picked
my father instead of her. She paid the security guard to drive me home.
"Last time I tried
to visit her she called the cops. I'd
give my left arm if the only thing keeping us apart was a little
awkwardness. Knowing where she is, but
not being able to see her is like having the door shut on my fingers. It's closed, but I can't walk away."
Today I will be
grateful for times I was able to walk away from closed doors.
Relapse Prevention Group © 2014 by Ken Montrose
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