
For 43 years, we’ve grown stronger in marriage. My husband and I, together, have carried our hardships in life, great changes as well. For better, for worse, through heaven, and hell.
Our first biggest test and fearful transition was being confronted with our biggest addictions. He had one drug of choice, my drug, no relent, I was going to fix him, on this was hell-bent.
I became a detective, the best one in town. If he disappeared using, most times he was found. I had a sixth sense I just knew where to go. I was a psychic detective with my own secret show.
We were lucky my sickness to fix didn’t kill him. It was eluding my eye in the sky that revealed him. So he finally got caught, so his life wasn’t lost. But his hard earned career might be a big cost.
Unless he chose treatment, to treat his addiction. So, I took him to save him, from his toxic affliction. And guess what they said! I was sicker than him! I walked out of the office and thought, screw all of them! Well it took me some time and some panic attacks to seek help to find why I had done toxic acts.
Love from my parents was at best intermittent. This left me longing for love, codependent. I spent many years attracting rejection. So was trained as a fixer who had to take action.
So, through decades of therapy and repeated 12 steps. Doing parallel healing braving unconscious depths. We healed what was toxic and moved forward, beyond. We were recovering addicts, freed from trauma bonds.
And without all of this we would still be as sick, an unhealed codependent, and an addict unfixed. And we’d never know, what I once called our affliction, would turn out to be our great gift of Addiction.




























