I named this blog "Diary of an Alcoholic Spouse." Not Alcoholic's Spouse. That naming was intentional. I'm pretty good at grammar.
An alcoholic spouse could mean that the spouse (moi) is an alcoholic. For example, "Diary of a white man" would rather clearly suggest that the man writing the diary was white. But I'm not an alcoholic, in the sense that I do not have an addiction to alcohol. But alcoholism is a disease that not only affects the person with the physical/mental/emotional addiction, but all of those around that person who care for and about him or her. I'm party of that family unit deeply affected by Al's addiction, so I view myself as not only an alcoholic's spouse, but an alcoholic spouse, as I too experience the disease. I know that I'll never be fully recovered, either. Recovery is a process, one that I'm not sure I've truly started yet. Of one thing I'm certain, though: about the best I'll ever be able to do - just like the addicted alcoholic - will be to continue the process of recovering, a process that won't be complete until I meet my maker.
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