Re: alateen
Debra_Law wrote:Okay. I've decided what I'm going to say to my friend.
I'm her daughter's god-mother. She picked me to have this special role in her daughter's life for a reason. Whether she likes it or not, I'm taking her daughter to alateen meetings. I can't help my friend--my friend has to do that for herself. But I can help my god-daughter.
Your story is genuinely tragic--the man you describe must once have had a very deep love for this woman, because even if he does not love her now, that love had to have abided and been very deep for him still to be taking this on a daily basis. I have known far too many drunks, and i have been one myself. It is possible that feeling she were losing your affection as well, might bring the change--if she thinks you are her last, best hope. I rather think that deep within her is the little girl staring out at the world, who has looked out since the first memories, and knows every shattering truth about her condition. Speaking from my own experience, it was in an unexplainable sense, the decision of the adult within me to take positive action to protect the child within, which lead me to eventually throw the bottle away. I am moderately proud of having accomplished this on my own initiative and through my own efforts. I have no illusions, either, about the types of help others here have wisely directed you to--these will be your best resources, and for your own wounded heart, as well. I congratulate the wisdom of the expedient you have described above. And perhaps, when your friend sees (as she inevitably will, whether or not willing to acknowledge it) that your actions are genuine efforts to save the child within that house, perhaps some part of her will decide to act to save the child within herself. I cannot say, nor claim a wisdom to advise in this event. It does sound very much like at, or near, ultimate crisis in the history of this woman's drinking. Your evinced intelligence, education and percipience leave me in no doubt that a woman you would have for all of these years as a friend, right into the worst of the nightmare, can only be equally as intelligent and perceptive. We, and you, can only hope this series of incidents will form into an event in her heart, and a minatory event, that returns to you all the woman you obviously loved. For what little they are worth, you have my best wishes in your troubles.