Tuesday, April 29, 2025

It's the controlling for me

 Came home from family group. 

C was in the kitchen, frying plantains. 

I said hello. 

He told me we have chicken thighs. I said OK. 

He told me he was only going to use soy sauce and ginger to cook them. It would be an experiment. 

The air frier is new as of yesterday. 

He kept commenting about how cheap the thighs were. All of this for $6. 

I said OK. 

He then asked me if I wanted to cook the chicken. 

I instictively sick of his shit said "I don't want to cook here where you're going to tell me 20 things I did wrong." 

And I said I need to decompress from the day. 

I needed go upstairs. 

I didn't ask him to cook. I said I didn't want to. 

I went upstairs to close the door. 

And listen to music and crochet alone. 

He screams upstairs that I locked the cat out. 

I let her in. 

20 min go by and he comes upstairs, opens the door and tells me that he does not want the chicken, and that if I'm not going to eat it he's going to throw it out. 

Who does that? 

He just bought it today. 

Raw chicken thighs. 

I said I may not cook it today but I will cook it tomorrow. I know he goes to aftercare group tomorrow and I will have the kitchen to himself so he can't point out my 100 mistakes while cooking the chicken. 

He doesn't like that answer, but goes downstairs. 

I know he wanted me to come downstairs so he could rant at me about his day. 

He doesn't care about what I have to say about anything anymore. I don't live in an equal partnership and I don't feel heard. 

I spoke my truth by saying "I don't want to cook the chicken now so you can point out what I'm doing wrong." 

Fuck me though if this isn't what it's like being in the aftermath of an alcoholic relationship. 

If I do go down and cook the chicken now that he isn't there he's just going to complain that I didn't clean properly. 

I'm so done. Soo SOO done. 

I'm so done being controlled. 

Friday, April 25, 2025

She used to be mine

 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N2sow2WYQNQ&list=RDN2sow2WYQNQ&index=1

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Addiction and alcoholism robbs you of your ability to see you. The you you used to be. Does it not? Is there a reason I cry everytime I listen to this song? 

I'm not pregnant and don't intend to be. 


but messy and kind? 


I don't recognize me? 


thst place and its patrons have taken more than I've gave them (school and home) 


I'm imperfect and I try 


I am good 


But lie 


I am hard on myself 


I am broken and won't ask for help 


I am messy and I am kind 


I am lonely most of the time 



I am the partner of an alcoholic of 13 years. 


I am gone 


I used to be me. 



Tuesday, April 22, 2025

Cognitive Dissonance: Echoes of Recovery April 23 Discussion Writing

 Cognitive dissonance doesn't really occur between two people. The term describes one individual holding two different beliefs about the same situation. But I want to use the idea to prompt us to write. Have you been in a situation where the facts, the truth, the situation seems so clear and tangible to you, but your partner sees it or saw it in a completely different way? This can be particularly challenging when you otherwise respect your partner's intelligence and instincts. But in this one case, you are dealing with or dealt with opposing realities.


Please write about how that made you feel. Did you doubt yourself? Did you worry about your partner? Did it cause conflict? Please try to remember a situation where the "cognitive dissonance" between the two of you was particularly acute. How did you deal with it in the moment, and what lessons could you now apply if you relived there situation?

Yes. All of this yes. Cognitive dissonance everyday allday. Do I doubt myself daily? Yes. Do I worry about him daily? Yes. Did it cause conflict, yes. This is what the disease has done to me. Daily. When I talk about and think about it on a practical level and a general level, yes, this disease is all about cognitive dissonance. For one, I don't think he thinks there's a problem in our relationship. I don't think he's experienced enough pain, and that's my first point of dissonance. I haven't done enough to make sure he knows that there is a problem. But there is. I don't feel good. I don't feel fufilled. Sure he may not be drinking anymore, but is he happy? Does that affect my mood? You bet it does.

Let's talk about what happened in family group last week. I was crocheting. The group leader had her dog in the room. It isn't a therapy dog, but she's using it as a general support and mood booster. Daisy is cute. The group looks forward to her presence when it happens. As someone was sharing, the dog started attacking my yarn. I started fighting back. It was comical. I pulled she pulled. The owner got embarrassed and put her out, back in her crate upstairs. I felt bad. I felt bad for the group. I immediately shame spiraled. The group will be so mad at me. They love the dog. I shouldn't have tempted her. I shouldn't have brought my yarn. It was all my fault.

I know logically that this isn't what they were thinking. But this is what the disease of alcoholism has done to me. This is the reality I'm living in. I'm always guilty. If he had been there, in family group, he would have said it was my fault. I shouldn't have been crocheting, I should have been more present in the moment. I should have been more attentive to the dog. It is always my fault. Even when it isn't. I can't get out of that way of thinking. Is that cognitive disonance? Is it that I'm always thinking one thing about myself even if other people aren't thinking it? If they've said it once in anger or drunkeness it's truth. Well that's bullshit.

Cognitive dissonance is him doing laundry last night.

Hear me out.

One of his triggers is eating dinner on the couch while watching TV now. Its what we used to together during active addiction for him. He used to drink there. So now he eats upstairs and I eat downstairs. Lonely, but whatever. I cope.

But yesterday as he was cooking he asked me if I wanted to watch the show we'd been watching (THE PITT on HBO) while he folded the laundry.

Except I heard "Do you want to fold laundry while we watch the show." And I reacted. I shouldn't have reacted, but I reacted. WHY WOULD I WANT TO FOLD THE LAUNDRY.

SO he reacted.

I SAID I WOULD FOLD THE LAUNDRY DON'T GET SO UPSET.

But he used to tell me to fold the laundry all the time in active addiction. It's one of those behaviors I have resisted. I don't fold his laundry anymore. He used to get so upset when I wouldn't fold it the way he wanted me to. The "right" way. So I don't do it anymore.

Anyway. He folded the laundry standing up making me nervous while we watched the show, then finished dinner, ate upstairs and I ate later.

This is how we live now.

He thinks it's normal.

He doesn't have a problem with it.

I am left feeling as if I'm less than.

I shouldn't. But I do.

I haven't said this outloud to him.

For fear of a lot of things.

This is the prime example of cognitive dissonance, am I right? 

Thursday, April 3, 2025

Inconsistency: An Echoes of Recovery Post in the making (Due April 9)

 The writing prompt for next Wednesday's sessions is: What about my own inconsistency?


Dealing with alcoholism means dealing with chaos and trauma. The only thing that is consistent in an alcoholic relationship is inconsistency. For some, this means dealing with meanness. For others, it means dealing with silence. Sometimes inconsistency manifests as dishonesty and gaslighting, while other times it shows up as manipulation and blame shifting. One thing is for sure: if you have dealt with alcoholism, you are familiar with inconsistency.

But what about your own inconsistency? Is there room for your moods to change based on hormonal shifts, workload imbalance, sleep disruption, quick and easy food choices, or even things like a sunny versus a cloudy day? Humans all have some level of inconsistency. Is there room for yours?

Please write about a specific example of a time when you reacted one way, but later, when your mood shifted, you reacted in a different way. Was there room for your inconsistency?

I'm sure I can come up with a hundred times my mood shifted and I reacted in a different way.

There is the inconsistency of wanting to have my shit together but always having it sprayed all over my home office floor.

There's the inconsistency of wanting to have two weeks planned of instruction but consistently working by flying by the seat of my pants and planning day by day. That shit is exhausting but at this point the only way my trauma-laden brain works.

There's the inconsistency of knowing exercise and walking would make me feel better but choosing to take a nap instead becuase I am just so damn exhausted all the time.

I suppose there is even the inconsistency of wanting to fly far far away but knowing that's more work than its worth. Would I even be happy far far away or is that just "Running away" and creating more drama for myself?

Is there room for mine?

That's a tricky question.

I have room for my own inconsistency? Isn't that why my therapist tells me to be kind to myself? Certainly working out all kinds of inconsistencies in my brain warrants allowing myself to do so.

Is there room for them in my house? Certainly not. The moment I waffle on any of these topics, the judgement comes in from my alcohoic partner.

He's so sick of himself that the moment I waffle in indecision I hear things like "Make up your fucking mind" and "are you sure?"

Even things like "You don't know what you want so don't put that on me."

So mostly I just sit with my inconsistency and try to live with it. Even if alcohol wasn't involved, I would still be inconsistent.

I think this prompt is hard to write to knowing that its going to public because:

Don't we spend our lives trying to hide our inconsistencies and not have them brought up to the public?

Isn't inconsistency considered a flaw?

One of those flaws that will get you outcast in the game of life?

I think I hid a lot of my inconsistencies from myself!

I'm having a hard time pulling them up here.

I'm having a hard time pulling an indivudal one time incident up.

You certainly don't get a head in the education world by being inconsistent.

You go in each day with the same set of expectations for the same group of students or you get your ass walked over and then judged by your superiors. "The good teachers do anyway." Whatever that means. I, by all means, am not a good teacher. I am in inconsistent teacher. So pardon me if inconsistent brings up some bile. Probably why I'm not that great at my job either.

I'm certainly inconsistent with expectations but I have my reasons.

And I don't share them with Cameron anymore and I don't share them with my boss -- but it seems to be working my current setting.

When I think about it, there is only fucking room to be fucking perfect when you are living with an alcoholic, is that right? Any inconsistency I posess I have to sweep out of the way until the alcoholic is out of sight and out of mind.

Any inconsistency I display gets the cold shoulder or the screaming treatment and judged unfairly.

Any at all and I'm not worthy to be human. Has that been the problem all along? Is that what this question wanted me to explore?

I'm exhausted.