At the blog Everyone Needs Therapy, I found this brilliant post on relationships in recovery. I'm trying to find a very subtle way to get my husband to read it. I was thinking of using it to wallpaper the bathroom...maybe if I cut excerpts from it, interspersed them with images of naked girls and heroin needles, he'd read it and pay attention.
I'm sometimes amazed at myself that still, this joker that I've married can convince me that I'm being unreasonable. This blog post gave me permission, which for some reason I still needed, to be angry, to be upset, and to stop being his fucking cheerleader all the goddamned time.
Yay! Everyone need's therapy!