The Joys of Being Healthy

It is amazing to be able to say I am a whole,on a tiny street near the historic Mission Dolores.
happy, healthy, loving woman. I was sick for theThe worst storm of the season was on its way
first 40 years of my life. Like millions of otherand my roof was leaking profusely. I was in dire
human beings I grew up immersed in the familystraits financially, having been newly divorced. I
disease of alcoholism. For generations it haswas preparing to fix it myself. Unfortunately my
plagued my family. The unbalanced life I led is soladder wasnt tall enough. I needed help. None of
common in our society; I didnt know anythingthe folks I knew were home that Saturday
was wrong. I was a participant in the chaos,morning but I noticed an open door directly
confusion, neuroses, pain and suffering which isacross from my house. I hurried upstairs to the
present in dysfunctional families. I call it The Dancesecond story flat in the azure painted duplex and
of Death.I grew up in St. Louis, Missouri in thewalked down the long corridor to the living room.
community of Clayton. The only memories I haveThere on the sofa was a guy watching the
of my father are when he would beat myfootball game on T.V. I introduced myself and
brother and me with his belt so severely mythen proceeded to ask for his assistance. He
clothes would cling to the bloody strap marks onlooked at me like I was nuts. The silence was
my legs. He would make us wait for ourdeafening. How often does a stranger enter your
punishment in our room before he dealt the uglyapartment with a request for help with a major
blows. My mother closed her eyes to what wasrepair? I was flushed with embarrassment but
happening. Both of them partied on weekendswas in too deep to recover. Fortunately he
where I would find empty highball glassesagreed to help me.This uncommon beginning
scattered all over the living room. I had holes in thsignaled the magic that lay before us. The sparks
e soles of my shoes while my mother wouldflew. We went on our first date within days of
model a new diamond cocktail ring, winnings fromthis meeting. Bryans car was broken so we took
a weekly poker game. My dad was also athe bus across the city to an authentic Moroccan
compulsive gambler. He died at the age of 45restaurant where we sat on paisley cushions and
when I was nine years old.My mother attractedate with our fingers. I remember clearly how
another alcoholic to her life soon after my fathersprimitive this felt and how natural it was to be
death. They had a symbiotic, codependent andwith him. He didnt seem the least bit concerned
addictive relationship. Every ten days they wouldabout my age. I, on the other hand, was more
consume a case of scotch which was delivered tosensitive. I was still healing from the codependent
our apartment from the local liquor store. Myrelationship of 12 years and had never
mother never appeared drunk but she wasexperienced true intimacy. I wasnt sure it was
distant, selfish and narcissistic. My step fathersthe proper thing to do but I couldnt help myself; I
disease had progressed to the point he waswas falling in love. I was scared because these
visibly inebriated most evenings. His attitude wasfeelings were coming so quickly.Bryan moved in
condescending, nasty and self righteous. He waswith me within weeks of our first meeting. I
verbally abusive and drove his car whileremember thinking if it didnt work out it would be
intoxicated on many occasions. When I think backeasy to ask him to leave because all he owned
to that period of my history I remember keepingwas a T.V. For Valentines Day he created a
my personal life secret!!! I was ashamed of theirhanging wire mobile in the shape of intertwined
behavior. I pretended all was well and I beganhearts and presented it to me with flowers and
developing neurotic habits for self preservation.Inchocolate. This type of thoughtful gesture is
my teens I danced several days after school,typical of Bryan. He has never missed a special
participated in theater groups, worked in aoccasion and has often surprised me with jewelry
department store and had creative life in mywhen he returns from a business trip.One evening
head. I imagined the way I wanted my world toin the spring we were waiting to board a dinner
be and was in denial as to the truth in front oftrain in Mendocino. A drunken man approached us
me. I became obsessive, compulsive and an overand said, How come you two are dressed up?
achiever. Because I worked so hard IAre you getting married? Bryan looked at me and
accomplished a lot for a young girl but the realitysaid, Yes, we are arent we? That was his
was it was inspired by fear, insecurity and a needproposal. It was decided we would plan a wedding
for control.In college I devoted myself to art andfor later that year. But, first I needed to meet
earned a B.S. in Education and a M.A. in PaintingBryans mother.Just the thought of it terrified me!
and Ceramics from the University of Missouri. IBryan and his mother, Sharon, have a rare bond.
was hired as a college instructor soon afterHe insisted he would not tell anyone about our
graduate school. I felt happy for a time because Iengagement until she and I met. We drove to
was away from home and involved in teaching. Isouthern California where Sharon was visiting her
took my job very seriously but the loneliness Isister, Bryans aunt. I felt sick the entire trip. I
felt when I was by myself was debilitating.I longedknew in advance he was going to take his mother
for love . . . any kind. I didnt realize it at the timeshopping the next morning alone to break the
but I had never felt affection. I becamenews to her. I couldnt sleep at all that night. What
preoccupied with thoughts of men. I had guys onfelt so right to Bryan and me was unusual,
my mind constantly! I was popular and had manyespecially in the eyes of a parent. When they
choices but I picked the ones who I thoughtreturned from their excursion Sharon looked like
needed me. Most often they were fromshe had just come from a funeral. Fortunately,
dysfunctional families. I dated a lot of drunksfor me, Aunt Toby accepted the situation and
during my 20s. It felt familiar. In spite of myeased the tension by giving me a white angel
success as an artist and a teacher, I had low selfornament. His mother is a wonderful woman. In
esteem and I knew something was wrong withspite of her disappointment, she welcomed me
me.In l969 I began a new life in another city.into their family. Over the years our relationship
Within a week of moving to Boston,has evolved into a unique friendship, a cross
Massachusetts, I was brutally raped andbetween a peer and a sister.December 7, 1986,
hospitalized. I never received help with this traumadressed in an ivory colored Victorian gown, I was
and didnt properly grieve until years later. I pusheddriven to our wedding in a horse drawn carriage. I
down the pain and was then, more than ever,remember the sensation well. As I heard the
resolved to create the perfect life for myself, (asclip-pity clop of the hoofs hitting the pavement I
if it were in my hands?)This was made easy forfelt it was the happiest day of my life. The ride
me when Joey Haudel entered my life. He filledwas several miles long and I enjoyed cars honking
the position of my Knight in Shining Armour, albeit,loudly at every turn. When we arrived at the
distorted. He was young, handsome, and alcoholicelegant Alamo Square Inn Bryan was waiting to
and had just been released from prison. Weescort me inside to the nuptials. It was a good
needed each other like ducks need water. Wething he took my hand, for as I exited the
bonded in a codependent relationship that lastedcarriage, my knees collapsed from shaking so
12 years.Our experiences together werehard. The day was spectacular marking a lifetime
astounding. What I learned about myself wasof love.Both Bryan and I had always wanted kids.
profound. Our journey is almost unbelievable. IBy the time we met my biological clock had run
have told this story in a dramatic narrative, Iout. He told me he would rather marry a woman
Survived: One Womans Journey of Self Healinghe loved deeply than to wait for someone to
and Transformation on DVD. It is filled with thebear his children. For several years we were
dark world of illness and moves to the light ofcontent to be a unit of two. After my dear Aunt
wellness. I reached my bottom after years ofLetha died in 1992 I longed for a child. Bryan
suffering. I was contemplating suicide but wasagreed to adoption. It was an arduous experience
saved by the Grace of God and the dear voicerequiring patience and resilience. We had several
of a telephone operator who kept me on thebirthmothers who changed their minds for
phone for over an hour.I spent years in recovery;different reasons. This process took three years
beginning with Al-Anon meetings in 1973, severaland a great deal of money. Ultimately we were
series of Adult Children of Alcoholic Therapyblessed with a baby girl we named Mariah. Our
Sessions, individual therapy with numerousdaughter is now 8 years old and the light of our
therapists and devouring self help books. I had thelife. I am grateful I am able to be a good parent
courage to look within and face the demons. Itand I relish every moment I spend with both of
wasnt easy and many times I wanted to quit. Ithem as a family.Bryan continues to be my rock,
often felt I was too depressed to get well. Onestrength and loving support. During our years
step at a time I forged ahead and never lookedtogether I have had many tragedies including: my
back! I visualized a healthy prognosis. Today I ambrother Johns suicide in 1988, my ex- husband
living that beautiful picture!I am happily married toJoeys death from alcoholism in 1989, and my
a man 19 years my junior. What makes ourgirlfriend Debras suicide in 2002. I was hospitalized
relationship extraordinary is that my husband waswith a potentially life threatening blood clot in my
born in 1960 the year after I graduated from highlungs in 1998. Bryan stood by me through all of
school. I am older than his mother. We recentlythese. I married a great guy! I am a fortunate
celebrated our 17th anniversary and continue towoman to have found true love in the heart of a
share the most fabulous life. The secret of ouryounger man.Each day I thank God for the gifts I
success is our deeply committed love for onehave been given. I see my world as peaceful and
another. We enjoy a passionate romance. I wishbalanced. My mission is to inspire people to their
what Bryan and I have could be sprinkled overown healing and recovery. It is truly possible to
the world like angel dust.We met in 1985 during afind serenity, joy and love. If I can do it, so can
rainy winter in San Francisco. We were neighborsyou.