Personal Stories From The First Edition
AN ALCOHOLIC'S WIFE
I HAVE the misfortune, or I should
say the good fortune of being an alcoholic's wife. I say
misfortune because of the worry and grief that goes with
drinking, and good fortune because we found a new way of
living.
My husband did not drink, to my
knowledge, for several years after we were married. Then
we started on an occasional Saturday night party. As I
drank nothing except an occasional highball I soon
became what was called a "wet blanket." The parties
became more frequent and more often I was left at home.
I would sit up and wait for him. As
each car passed the house I would return to walking the
floor and crying and feeling so sorry for myself,
thinking, "Here I am left at home to take care of the
baby and him out having a good time."
When he did return sometimes on
Sunday and sometimes a week later, it usually called for
a scene. If he was still drunk I would put him to bed
and cry some more. If he was sober it would mean I would
say all the things I had been thinking and cry some
more. He usually got drunk again.
I finally went to work as the bills
worried me. I thought if I worked and got the bills paid
he would quit drinking. He had no money in the bank but
would write checks as he knew I would pay them for the
boy's sake and in the hopes that each time would be the
last.
I thought I should have a lot of
credit, as I was paying his bills, taking care of the
house and baby, besides my work, making as much money as
he was, doing without things I wanted so he could have a
good time.
I always went to church and thought I
was living a Christian life. After my husband came in
contact with Alcoholics Anonymous I thought our troubles
were over as I was sure all our trouble was his
drinking.
I soon found out that there was a lot
wrong with me. I was selfish with my money, time, and
thoughts. I was selfish about my time because I was
always tired and had no time left for my family's
pleasure or to do God's work. All I did was go to Sunday
School and Church on Sunday with the boy and thought
that was all God wanted me to do. I would be irritable
and lose my temper and say all manner of things which
usually called for another drunk and me pitying myself
all over again.
Since giving my husband's problem to
God I have found a peace and happiness. I know that when
I try to take care of the problems of my husband I am a
stumbling block as my husband has to take his problems
to God the same as I do.
My husband and I now talk over
our problems and trust in a Divine Power. We have now
started to live. When we live with God we want for
nothing.
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