30 years ago this morning, I woke up with a very heavy heart. I was leaving my marriage, with two small children, and pregnant with #3 (which was the very thing that prompted my decision not to live the way I was living anymore).
Michael was an alcoholic - and a violent, unpredictable one, at that. But 30 years ago today he called Alcoholics Anonymous, and went to his first meeting. He's never looked back, and today we are celebrating the fact that my husband hasn't had a drink for 30 years.
It wasn't always easy -- in fact, in his first five years of sobriety, he got worse in some ways (because he no longer had the buffer of alcohol between himself and LIFE); we had four separations while we both got counselling, and he went for all kinds of extra help -- anger management, for example.
Well, I can tell you that the man I'm married to today is a big, gentle, loving teddy bear, and bears no resemblance to that guy I was leaving that day. Michael's worked hard to become the person he is now, and it's because of his sobriety (and mine, but that's a story for another day), that we're living our dream today.
There are those who don't believe that one should share this kind of personal stuff on what is, essentially, a live-aboard (and knitting!) blog -- but it's such a huge part of our lives, I can't *not* share it.
I'll have knitting content tomorrow, I swear.... :-)