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| Laurie invited me to her Great Artist program mom retreat |
I’m also invited to my niece - Whitney’s wedding tomorrow in Seattle. I can’t believe she’s all grown up now I still remember changing her diapers.
The rest is still unwritten
I called it being easy to live with.
I kept the peace at home for years, and I thought I was very good at it. No fights, no yelling, nothing anybody had to apologize for afterwards. I thought I was giving my loved ones something I had always wanted growing up.
What I was actually doing was making sure nobody in my home ever heard what I was actually thinking.
It took me a long time to realize, because it is not a failing. Keeping the peace was intelligent. In the rooms where I go now for my recovery, the peace is not a fragile item and I don’t really have to be the one who can hold it. But growing up - it worked. It kept me safe and it kept me loved.
But I still was never free. I paid for it one sentence at a time, and the person paying was me.
And here is the part the people in Al-anon say out loud. I kept the peace to stay close to the people I loved. The peace is the exact reason none of them have ever heard a true thing from me.
I was protecting the closeness. The protecting is what kept it thin. It is what kept me from feeling all my feelings. Now I know that I get to express my anger as well as my love and peace. All the feelings.