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Recovery first, is harder than I imagined! – Diary of a Disney Mom
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Diary of a Disney Mom. Motherhood, Marriage and Memories. The disease of addiction. Recovery first, is harder than I imagined! September 28, 2016. November 3, 2016. They recommend that addicts should’t have relationships for the first 1 year of recovery. I thought that didn’t apply to the people who were already married or in a serious relationship. I’ve found that trying to support my husband in recovery is difficult because:. We are so far away from each other and only see each other every 2/3 weeks fo...
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It’s not easy loving an addict! – Diary of a Disney Mom
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Diary of a Disney Mom. Motherhood, Marriage and Memories. The disease of addiction. It’s not easy loving an addict! August 30, 2016. November 3, 2016. Have you ever loved someone so much it hurts? Loving an addict hurts; you just want the best for them, you can see they are capable of so much but when they are living in hell, the only thing they want is the. 8211; because their addiction. Tells them, that is all they “ need. Ask you for money, they have no understanding of the word no! That its just a.
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March | 2015 | the truths we've learned, and the pains we've earned.
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The truths we've learned, and the pains we've earned. A collective of nonfiction essays. Purpose of the Collective. March 17, 2015. April 19, 2015. And so it goes. Is a collective of creative nonfiction essays about moments in our lives that have shaped us for the better or the worse. Experiences are not always universal, but feelings are. Humans have a nasty habit of believing they are alone, in how they are thinking and feeling, but the reality is that we are more alike than we think. What. Attached to...
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April | 2015 | the truths we've learned, and the pains we've earned.
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The truths we've learned, and the pains we've earned. A collective of nonfiction essays. Purpose of the Collective. For the Boy Who Kissed My Forehead After a Nightmare. April 27, 2015. April 27, 2015. To The Boy Who Kissed My Forehead After A Nightmare,. I don’t know how many times we had hooked up at that point less than five, I think, as we only crossed paths on a handful of occasions but this night sticks out in my memory. Exactly happened in that warped dreamscape, but I know what happened after.
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Hide & seek | rialaa
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Poetry, Thoughts, Stories…. August 15, 2015. Living with the addict is like playing a frustrating game of hide and seek daily. Hiding your car keys so he doesn’t take your car and disappear. Hiding your wallet/purse so that he doesn’t steal your money and disappear. Mom forgot her purse on the kitchen table for three minutes today and that was three minutes too long. He stole 100$ and disappeared all day, returning drunk and high. Lies we tell ourselves. 3 thoughts on “ Hide and seek. Liked by 1 person.
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Saving Wildflower | the truths we've learned, and the pains we've earned.
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The truths we've learned, and the pains we've earned. A collective of nonfiction essays. Purpose of the Collective. April 27, 2015. April 27, 2015. To the man who saved my sister,. You brought her home for Thanksgiving that fall, but she swore you two were. I remember how I shook with laughter on her birthday, after she asked me to guess who told her they loved her. I asked her if it was Mom. Frustrated, she replied, “NO! He told me he loves me! Where the hell have you been for the last six months? Thank...
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When You Love an Addict | the truths we've learned, and the pains we've earned.
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The truths we've learned, and the pains we've earned. A collective of nonfiction essays. Purpose of the Collective. When You Love an Addict. April 20, 2015. April 20, 2015. I will never love anyone ever again in the way that I loved him. Not because he was charming; he was quite invasive. Not because of the dates he took me on; there was never a formal one. And not because of how he showed me he loved me; he cheated at the end. I loved him differently because he was an addict. May 3, 2015 at 6:00 am.
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No Roommate Stays the Same | the truths we've learned, and the pains we've earned.
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The truths we've learned, and the pains we've earned. A collective of nonfiction essays. Purpose of the Collective. No Roommate Stays the Same. April 27, 2015. April 27, 2015. Which side of the room do you want? Was not exactly how she asked, but it was many years ago now, so please pardon me for forgetting her exact phrasing. What I do remember is the gist of the question; I remember sitting in the passenger seat of the car as my mother and I raced onto campus on move in day, and I remember thinking:.
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Dear Eighteen Year Old Me on January 18th 2012 | the truths we've learned, and the pains we've earned.
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The truths we've learned, and the pains we've earned. A collective of nonfiction essays. Purpose of the Collective. Dear Eighteen Year Old Me on January 18th 2012. April 27, 2015. April 27, 2015. The unfamiliarity has already started. You no longer recognize the cuticles of your nails. They’ve started to yellow over, like pages in your favorite copy of Jane Eyre. The great unbecoming will not end there. You as you are in this very moment cannot imagine who I am. You will feel as though anyone involved in...
