My father is an alcoholic. Actually, most of my family is addicted to alcohol.
Being a part of Stacy’s recovery has given me new insight on this. I had no intention of confronting my family. However, life dragged me back into it anyhow.
People are in your life for a reason, a season or a lifetime.
My father landed himself in the hospital with a collapsed lung this past weekend. I went down to see him. While I was in town, step mom and brother approached me about confronting him and forcing him into some kind of rehab/detox while he is in the hospital.
The asked me to intervene 25 years ago and I refused at the time. I knew even then, that I was powerless to stop him from drinking. That has not changed. Even more, half of the problem is that my step mom is just as bad as he is.
I had a 4 hour visit with Stacy on Easter Sunday. We talked about this quite a bit. It was helpful. Now I am back in my dad’s house keeping my step mom company until he gets out. I have at least some tools to be supportive, without feeling that I am personally responsible for getting everyone to quit.
I have gone from supporting Stacy’s recovery in rehab to her supporting me as I face things with my own family.