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My Drug Addiction Involved My Family. My Recovery Should, Too.

How could I possibly be so naive to think they’d automatically heal just from being in close proximity to my recovery process? Like a sort of reverse-osmosis effect would take place and my A.A. meetings would somehow make them forget that the golden age of their childhood was an absolute fucking nightmare. Sure, I was surging, but I noticed the kids still got a little nervous if I said I was making a quick trip to the store to buy bread and milk and I’d be right back. They’d heard that one before.

Further solidifying the point, after a fairly small disagreement with my girlfriend over something trivial one evening, she began to cry uncontrollable sobs.

“You’ve healed, but I haven’t.” And she was right.

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