I heard a good story at yesterday's meeting. This drunk went to ski with his novist wife on a black diamond slope. His wife got scared, and took them 2 hours to ski down. Instead of leaving her on a slope, instead of telling her to go back to lift, insteadnof holding her hands, he watched her right next to her and skied together. As a result, they laughed, cried and had fun on the slope, together.
I wish I can do that. Why do I constantly need to fix things. Why can I accept the situation, and do what I can to make it better? If it was me on the slope, I would think she was a baggage in my life and I should fix this marriage by leaving her. Then I would feel the guilt, then upset, then sad, and then the ultimate closure, the self pity.
Poor me, stuck with this non-spontaneous women for a life time, what have I done to my life, I could have been so beautiful. Oh, I know, let's ski down hill and take that vodka. That will num this cruel world! Ditch her, she will manage. She can use some alone time in this windy hill, it would be good for her anger issues. That is what I would have done. Nom wonder my wife does not want to go anywhere!
Instead of trying to fix it, I do worse, I dump it. How do I take things as they are? How do I kill this sensitivity? What will work? I can not eat any more chocolates. I am almost sick of it. I can not take naps any more than nowadays. I done the steps twice. Talking to another drunk will relive me temporarily, but it is still there. I am sick of helping another tongue chewing babbling idiots. They do not listen.
Oh, a prayer. Ya, I forgot. It was all "I". I forgot I can not. A power greater than myself to solve all my problems, all of it. I forgot I am doing only a small part in this opera of life. I have turned that over. Ya, I will pray for acceptance.
I only sermon God in emergencies, I am good over here, God. I will call you when I need you. Till then, have a seat right by Genie and Santa Claus. I got this.
