My alcoholic spouse brought me to Al‑Anon. I thought someone would tell me how to make things better. I now realize that it is up to me. I am the only one who can help me heal. Only I can do the work, and work it takes because wishful thinking doesn’t make anything happen.
My wife died from alcoholism after I had been in Al‑Anon for five years. Going to a lot of meetings, working with my Sponsor, and getting loving support from members of the fellowship helped me through the darkest times leading up to her death and immediately afterwards.
When I went to my first Al-Anon meeting, I didn’t think I was really in the right place because the alcoholic in my life didn’t really drink that much anymore. She had managed to get into prescription painkillers. Only a few weeks before, she had overdosed and had been placed on life support. As she was taken to the hospital, I fell to my knees and looked blankly at the sky. I had no feelings left, no God to pray to, and no prayer to pray.
Sometimes, I am asked why I still go to “those meetings.” Yes, I have been in Al-Anon for a very long time, but my reply is simple. I came to Al-Anon because of alcoholism, but I stayed because of my life. I was overwhelmed with the effects of living with an alcoholic and all the problems associated with trying to raise five children. Al-Anon became my lifeline.
After 30 years in the same apartment, we decided it was time to move into a smaller place. Over several weeks, following the workday, I spent hours de-cluttering and culling decades’ worth of papers, photos, and letters. I don’t save much, but still there was a lot to go through.
After living with alcoholism for the first 25 years of my marriage, I found myself dealing with our teenage son’s drinking. My husband had stopped drinking, yet our lives were full of chaos, more and more each day. Fortunately, a court-ordered counselor for our son recognized the need my husband had for A.A. but, more importantly, the need I had for Al‑Anon. It was the best thing I’ve ever done for myself—one of the toughest and most rewarding.
I was brought up in an alcoholic home where my father drank and my mother was the crazy one who tried to control it all. We had little money and not much food. Dad was the ruler, and mom was his punching bag. We children would run and hide when we he came home drunk. I was the oldest, so responsibility for the other children fell to me at an early age.
I’ve been a grateful member of Al‑Anon for 13 years. My life has certainly improved. I am focusing on myself and doing things for myself. My spouse is drinking less and we are kinder to each other. But life changes quickly!
I recently celebrated my four-year anniversary in Al‑Anon. It has been a miracle in my life.
My entire life, I thought an alcoholic was just someone who drank too much. Then, at the age of 45, I met my second husband and got a quick education. Less than two years into our marriage, I went through my first (but not last) crisis involving law enforcement. It was also the first time I saw the violent side of alcoholism.