Have you ever had moments in your life when you feel like time stops?
It’s remarkable.
It happened once when I was eleven.
And it happened again today when I read a line from an advice column:
“Children of alcoholics are often on high alert trying to anticipate other people’s feelings, so they can try to head off problems or incidents before they become overwhelming.”
The camera of my life came into focus.
The dots connected.
And for a moment, time stopped
As my mind rewinded
To the friendships I had ruined by suffocating them with my need to control
And the relationships I had endured because I expected no better.
My desperate need for security.
My present-day Type A personality.
I am a child of an alcoholic.
And it shows, still today.
It’s not an excuse.
But it does help to explain how I came to be.
And for me, that’s the first step.
Time starts again.
New Leaf Parenting.
Every Day is a Fresh Start.
