Last night I was with a group of friends watching the 2015
ALDS Royals vs Astros game … Congrats to the Kansas City Royals!!!!
Some of my friends were drinking when one of them hands a
little girl an empty beer bottle to throw away.
My immediate reaction was anger and disgust.
You see…I was that little girl. My Dad would have me bring his beer, pot and
whatever else to him and clean up after him.
When I was serving my Dad’s addictions I had his attention just for that
moment and just for that moment I felt accepted and loved. But it wasn’t long before he was drunk
and/or high and I had become invisible to him again or worse, in his way. My heart and my soul longed for my Daddy’s
attention, his love, but it never came because his first love was his
addictions.
As I became a teenager I began seeking relationships with
the same type of men. Going from one
alcoholic man or addict to the next, convincing myself that “this one” is going
to be different. This “one” is going to
love me more that his addiction. My Dad
had conditioned me to believe that this was love, that this was a woman’s worth, to
be a “side-piece” to addiction.
There is much more to my story … but for now … if you are an
alcoholic or addicted, I am asking you, please do not involve children in your
festivities. Little eyes are on you and
you are influencing them more than you know.
Saved by Grace - Changed by Love
Cindy
Cindy
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