It is sad when anyone loses a member of their family. Most people go through the necessary process to get through things. Funeral, grieving and eventually settling the deceased's estate.
I am the wife of an alcoholic who is slowly committing suicide, and there is nothing I can do to save him. I have been married almost four decades, don't get me wrong, my husband did not start off a drunk, and an addict.
Are you getting ready to move, perhaps it is your first ever purchase of a house, or you are renting for the first time all on your own. Is there a few things you want to know about your new dwellings, and maybe are, or were, too afraid to ask? Most people when looking into a new place to live research the obvious; neighborhood, neighbors, surrounding businesses, they say location is everything, but is it really?
The consequences of his actions have finally caught up to him, well, not him exactly, basically me. All the years he has done nothing but worry about when and where his next drink or drug was coming from has finally hurt someone other than himself.
Being a grandma—you would think it would be a piece of cake, a walk in the park—I mean, after all, we have already raised our children. That is how we were crowned with the coveted title of "Grandma."
If you or anyone close to you are dealing with an alcoholic then you most likely know what it means to hear "you can save them." No truer four words have ever been spoken.