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My alcoholic ex sent me a letter; should I go back to him?

  • Posted on March 8, 2011 at 12:17 am

My ex turned into a terrible alcoholic after his parents and older sister died in a car accident, and I divorced him after months of trying to get him help with were not successful, especially because I didn’t want our 4 year old daughter witnessing his behavior. He was always depressed and angry, and he wasn’t the same joy filled and spirit lifting man that I had known. He dropped out of college and got fired from his job because drinking took over his life. It’s been a year since we’ve talked (which was the divorce), but I received a surprise letter and a $10,000 check from him saying that he went to rehab, got himself clean, and thanked me and apologized for being such a horrible husband and asked me if I would be willing to come back to him. He says he loves me and says that if I don’t want to, he completely understands and he says that he honestly thinks I deserve better. I am still single, and I still love him but I don’t want this to happen again.

I am 27 and my ex-husband is 22 – what I’m thinking is that I’ll agree to re-marry him and let him see my daughter on the condition that he returns to school and finishes his degree. Is this a good idea? Suggestions/any other ideas?

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i was going to send this letter to all my exs friends on myspace?

  • Posted on November 28, 2010 at 3:22 am

Judge for yourself
I met this sweet, shy, innocent, girl, that I loved very much, and trusted her. She had a beautiful family, nice intelligent parents, and nice sisters. She would always tell me that she loved me, and had doubts that I loved her, but I honestly did, so she would always ask if I really did love her all the time. I would make every single effort to make her happy, I loved this girl, I would not hesitate to do any favor for her, I was a “mandilon” I would do what every guy hates doing (shopping ) with a girl, I would pick her up from work, I would wait outside for almost 40 minutes sometimes. I would ask her if she was happy and she would say “yes im very happy to have u as my bf”
I started loving her more, I never loved a girl the way I loved her. Why? She was the only girl I ever had that would tell me to save my money, that we were going to buy a house, have children and get married at the age of 24. The day she told me that I realized how much this girl supposedly loved me, and I said wow! This one is a keeper! Plus I had a great relationship with the parents, I felt trust. They even gave me the keys of there house, that’s how much they trusted me. You cant believe how good I treated this girl.
The relationship went on and I found out stuff about her that were not good in a girl. I took her to a party once I asked her to please not drink a lot.( I didn’t want the parents to think I was taking there daughter to get really really drunk with me, I respected them a lot) she got so drunk that she was the center of attention at the party. She got so drunk that she fell like 3 times and when she went to the restroom there was toilet paper sticking out of her pants. I said shit. How im I going to take this girl home like this. I took care of her for a while in my truck and she started kissing me like she wanted to have sex. I didn’t allow that and took her home and left quick because I was embarrassed with the parents. She couldn’t breathe that night, that’s how intoxicated she was. We talked the next day, she said it wasn’t going to happen again.
One day while relaxing in my truck listening to music, she opened her past to me, she told me about her previous relationship. She told me how her ex bf would hit her and tried kidnapping her once and how she still loved him even though that guy would hit her, I asked why? And she said, ‘because I thought he was going to change”. I said poor girl, this is never going to happen with me, im going to take good care of this girl. She had to change her phone number because of this guy, because he would still try to talk to her.
This girl that seemed to be the most innocent girl in the world was not that innocent. At the first week we met we where having some sort of sexual act. I thought wow this was fast. I loved that. One day while coming back from the casino we were talking about one of her friends that had herpes, she looked at me and told me “well its kind of hard for me to have an std” and I asked her why? “because you were my first” and I was an idiot and believed it. Why was I an idiot? Because one day the friend with herpes went out partying and a group of guys got her so drunk that they raped her. Adriana told me about that friend with herpes and Adriana was mad. But she did the worst mistake ever. She texted me thinking she texted her raped friend and described in detail one of her experiences. What that text said was that I cant recall if it was a friends or an ex bf that they got Adriana so drunk that they raped her. That day I felt horrible. Adriana lied I was her first, and not only that but she had a thing with me on having unprotected sex with me so I said “Fuck this girl can be dirty and maybe infected me” I did not want to talk to her anymore, that day I got drunk with her cousin I felt betrayed. Later I did talk to her, and she said that she had never said I was her first. And that she had slept with only very, very few guys. I forgave her, I felt bad and I really loved her. But never forgot about the possibility of std infection. How could this girl fuck me without a condom??! She didn’t even know me that well. Its not fully her fault I take blame also if I have anything(an std).
One day at her nieces Birthday party she decided to go partying with a friend. The next day she called me crying that she was sick and she didn’t remember what had happened to her. The first thing to came to my mind was that she got raped again. I said to myself “fuck! How can this girl that I like be so stupid. How come she doesn’t learn her lesson that getting fucked up guys can take advantage of you. I never understood why.
This girl that seems to be innocent was not at all. She loved to have oral sex in her living room, time after time. I think her couch still at this time has my cum stains, that’s if they didn’t go in her mouth. She loved my hands rubbing on her vagina, and I loved getting my dick sucked on. This girl can have sex pretty mu

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World s SHOCKING letter?

  • Posted on November 23, 2010 at 7:23 am

Dear Mum,
It is with great regret and sorrow that I’m telling you that I eloped with my new boyfriend. I found real passion and he is so nice, with all his piercing and tattoos and his big motorcycle. But it is not only that mom, I’m pregnant and Ahmed said that we will be very happy in his trailer in the woods. He wants to have many more children with me and that’s one of my dreams. I’ve learned that marijuana doesn’t hurt anyone and we’ll be growing it for us and his friends, who are providing us with all the cocaine and ecstasies we may want. In the meantime, we’ll pray for the science to find the AIDS cure, for Ahmed to get better, he deserves it. Don’t worry Mom, I’m 15 years old now and I know how to take care of myself. Some day I’ll visit for you to know your grandchildren.

Love
Your daughter, Judith

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letter 2 father from daughter?

  • Posted on August 11, 2010 at 4:22 am

A father passing by his teenage daughter’s bedroom was astonished to see the bed was nicely made and everything was neat and tidy. Then he saw an envelope propped up prominently on the centre of the pillow. it was addressed “Dad”.
With the worst premonition, he opened the envelope and read the letter with trembling hands:-

Dear Dad,
It is with great regret and sorrow that I’m writing you, but I’m leaving home. I had to elope with my new boyfriend Randy because I wanted to avoid
a scene with Mom and you. I’ve been finding real passion with Randy and he is so nice to me. I know when you meet him you’ll like him too – even with all his piercing, tattoos, and motorcycle clothes. But it’s not only the passion. Dad, I’m pregnant and Randy said that he wants me to have the kid and that we can be very happy together. Even though Randy is much older than me (anyway, 42 isn’t so old these days is it?), and has no money, really these things shouldn’t stand in the way of our relationship, don’t you agree?
Randy taught me that marijuana doesn’t really hurt anyone and he’ll be growing it for us and we’ll trade it with our friends for all the cocaine and ecstasy we want. In the meantime, we’ll pray that science will find a cure for AIDS so Randy can get better; he sure deserves it!! Don’t worry Dad, I’m 15 years old now and I know how to take care of myself. Someday I’m sure we’ll be back to visit so you can get to know your grandchildren.
Your loving daughter,
Rosie.

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At the bottom of the page were the letters “PTO”. Hands still trembling, her father turned the sheet, and read:

PS: Dad, none of the above is true. I’m over at the neighbour’s house. I just wanted to remind you that there are worse things in life than my report card that’s in my desk centre drawer. Please sign it and call when it is safe for me to come home.

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A Special Christmas Letter From Dad

  • Posted on January 4, 2010 at 12:20 am

A Special Christmas Letter from Dad to our whole family

When I received the usual Christmas note this year from Betty, my daughter-in-law, about how “perfect” everything was for their family this past year, and about how nice it was to have a loving family like ours, I had a little tingling at the back of my neck. As I thought and prayed about that tingling, I finally identified the source. I had to ask myself this question; is there a widespread denial system in place in our family about addiction? In other words, are we all “sweeping under the rug” what has become commonly known but not spoken since the latest tragic death we have all experienced due to addiction?

The simple truth is that only a year ago we all came together to attend the funeral and mourn the death of John, our oldest son, and Betty’s brother-in-law, from addiction. That reminded us all that we have people in our family who have problems with drugs, alcohol, depression, ADD, eating disorders, nicotine, etc. It also reminded us that addiction can lead to death! Now Carol and I recently learned that now John’s younger brother, Tim, Betty’s husband, is admitting that his doctor is telling him that his liver is showing signs of alcoholic liver disease. We were told that Tim tried so hard to do what his doctor told him to do. He drank gallons of water every day in an attempt to clear his liver of the poisons, and he even cut back on his drinking! Now with his doctor reporting some improvement, I can tell you, as a recovering alcoholic myself with over twenty years of sobriety, that Tim interpreted that news as “…I am cured, and now I can return to normal drinking”(whatever that is).

Drugs and alcohol have gotten most of my attention during the past twenty years because I have had to work so hard to overcome my own addictions through the 12-Step Programs. Yes, I suffered from ADD as a child back in the days when kids who had trouble focusing were just called lazy. But so much has been learned since those days, and if we really do love each other as much as we say we do in this family, shouldn’t we each arm ourselves with as much information as possible about any disease that is harming us?

So how do we help Tim? How do we stop Tim from destroying himself and breaking all of our hearts…again? The tragic truth is this; we can’t! I have learned the hard way that there is no human power that can stop an alcoholic from taking the next drink. Tim has wondered out loud to me if he can quit, so how on earth could one of us imagine that we could somehow make him quit? Tim is in the grip of a disease that creates a powerful mental and emotional compulsion to drink alcohol. That compulsion renders him incapable of asking for help. And yet, until he does just that, nothing can be done for him!

This brings us squarely to the question; what can we do? First, we can take care to take care of ourselves. This is a family disease and we each have a piece in it. We can seek help from others who have “been there” through community support groups like AA, Nar-A-Non and Al-Anon. I am leading our family by example, and have learned so much by getting out of Tim’s way. I learned this after about two years of attending a men’s Al-Anon meeting in our community. I know now that I must allow Tim the dignity of making his own decisions. By learning and growing ourselves we never harm another person. By learning through a program like A-Anon to detach with love we can give Tim a fighting chance to reach his own bottom and then reach out for help. Tim needs a family that is recovering along side him as they cheer him…not a bunch of deniers who continue enabling him while keeping those fake painted smiles on their faces. We need people who give thanks to God every morning that we are still alive, who are big enough to say “but for the grace of God there go I!”

Here are some skills to develop that may help you. These are the combined experience of millions like us who have had to cope with addiction problems in their families.

Do’s.

Do learn the facts about alcoholism.
Do talk to someone who understands alcoholism.
Do go to Al-Anon, Alcoholics Anonymous, or an alcoholism center.
Do develop an attitude to match the facts.
D take a personal inventory of yourself.
Do maintain a healthy emotional atmosphere in your home.
Do encourage new activities.

Don’ts

Don’t preach or lecture.
Don’t argue with a drunk alcoholic.
Don’t have a “holier than thou” attitude.
Don’t use the “if you loved me” appeal.
Don’t make threats you won’t carry out.
Don’t hide liquor or pour it out.
Don’t resent the method of recovery
Don’t expect immediate contented sobriety.
Don’t try to protect an alcoholic against alcohol.
Don’t be discouraged by the mistakes you make.

You may change to word alcohol to drug of choice wherever you wish.

A parent never knows how a child will finally come out. When I took my own careful inventory as part of my recovery process I had to look at the example I set for my children. I taught them that alcohol relieved perceived stress. I made alcohol the center of all family get-togethers. I demonstrated that we could not enjoy a meal out or a party without alcohol present. That is how I was taught, and I just passed it along to the next generation.

My Dad had terrible depression bouts. He would get so hateful that nobody could stand him. He was never totally incapacitated by his disease, but his moods swings had a great deal to do with all of our fears and inability to cope with reality. Don’t get me wrong. I do not blame my Dad for my own derelictions, but I am aware of how far back this disease goes in our family. The insanity that I am trying to stop with this letter is this; we just keep doing the same things generation after generation while hoping that somehow we will get a different result.

Society accepts now that ADD is cause by a mental/chemical imbalance, and some day it is likely to learn the same about alcoholism. People are getting help now for their ADD. Young people throughout our family with ADD are being treated with drugs that help them, and those accepting treatment are becoming excellent students. Until we can do the same with addiction, shouldn’t we do everything we can during this generation to be part of the solution instead of part of the problem?

I am through with living in shame for our family warts. I am tired of sweeping these things under the rug as we continue in lock step to destruction. For this year, and for the coming years, let’s stop hiding our deficiencies. Let’s celebrate that we can now identify them…that we can hold them up to the light and start to correct them! Let’s ask God in unison to give us the strength to deal honestly with each other, and to seek help when we need it. We have another member of our family who needs help in 2008, but is not capable of asking for it. Let’s not allow another tragedy to happen to another loved-one because we all failed to see the problem while failing to support the solution.
I love all of you, with my whole heart and soul. I am proud of each of you. You are completely acceptable to me, and to my God, just as you are, but we can all get well. Why don’t we get well together…as the family that we are?

Dad.

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