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The Joys of Being Healthy

It is amazing to be able to say I am a whole,Mission Dolores. The worst storm of the
happy, healthy, loving woman. I was sick forseason was on its way and my roof was leaking
the first 40 years of my life. Like millionsprofusely. I was in dire straits financially,
of other human beings I grew up immersed inhaving been newly divorced. I was preparing
the family disease of alcoholism. Forto fix it myself. Unfortunately my ladder
generations it has plagued my family. Thewasnt tall enough. I needed help. None of
unbalanced life I led is so common in ourthe folks I knew were home that Saturday
society; I didnt know anything was wrong. Imorning but I noticed an open door directly
was a participant in the chaos, confusion,across from my house. I hurried upstairs to
neuroses, pain and suffering which is presentthe second story flat in the azure painted
in dysfunctional families. I call it Theduplex and walked down the long corridor to
Dance of Death.I grew up in St. Louis,the living room. There on the sofa was a guy
Missouri in the community of Clayton. Thewatching the football game on T.V. I
only memories I have of my father are when heintroduced myself and then proceeded to ask
would beat my brother and me with his belt sofor his assistance. He looked at me like I
severely my clothes would cling to the bloodywas nuts. The silence was deafening. How
strap marks on my legs. He would make usoften does a stranger enter your apartment
wait for our punishment in our room before hewith a request for help with a major repair?
dealt the ugly blows. My mother closed herI was flushed with embarrassment but was in
eyes to what was happening. Both of themtoo deep to recover. Fortunately he agreed
partied on weekends where I would find emptyto help me.This uncommon beginning signaled
highball glasses scattered all over thethe magic that lay before us. The sparks
living room. I had holes in th e soles of myflew. We went on our first date within days
shoes while my mother would model a newof this meeting. Bryans car was broken so we
diamond cocktail ring, winnings from a weeklytook the bus across the city to an authentic
poker game. My dad was also a compulsiveMoroccan restaurant where we sat on paisley
gambler. He died at the age of 45 when I wascushions and ate with our fingers. I
nine years old.My mother attracted anotherremember clearly how primitive this felt and
alcoholic to her life soon after my fathershow natural it was to be with him. He didnt
death. They had a symbiotic, codependent andseem the least bit concerned about my age. I,
addictive relationship. Every ten days theyon the other hand, was more sensitive. I was
would consume a case of scotch which wasstill healing from the codependent
delivered to our apartment from the localrelationship of 12 years and had never
liquor store. My mother never appeared drunkexperienced true intimacy. I wasnt sure it
but she was distant, selfish andwas the proper thing to do but I couldnt help
narcissistic. My step fathers disease hadmyself; I was falling in love. I was scared
progressed to the point he was visiblybecause these feelings were coming so
inebriated most evenings. His attitude wasquickly.Bryan moved in with me within weeks
condescending, nasty and self righteous. Heof our first meeting. I remember thinking if
was verbally abusive and drove his car whileit didnt work out it would be easy to ask him
intoxicated on many occasions. When I thinkto leave because all he owned was a T.V. For
back to that period of my history I rememberValentines Day he created a hanging wire
keeping my personal life secret!!! I wasmobile in the shape of intertwined hearts and
ashamed of their behavior. I pretended allpresented it to me with flowers and
was well and I began developing neuroticchocolate. This type of thoughtful gesture is
habits for self preservation.In my teens Itypical of Bryan. He has never missed a
danced several days after school,special occasion and has often surprised me
participated in theater groups, worked in awith jewelry when he returns from a business
department store and had creative life in mytrip.One evening in the spring we were
head. I imagined the way I wanted my world towaiting to board a dinner train in Mendocino.
be and was in denial as to the truth in frontA drunken man approached us and said, How
of me. I became obsessive, compulsive and ancome you two are dressed up? Are you getting
over achiever. Because I worked so hard Imarried? Bryan looked at me and said, Yes,
accomplished a lot for a young girl but thewe are arent we? That was his proposal. It
reality was it was inspired by fear,was decided we would plan a wedding for later
insecurity and a need for control.In collegethat year. But, first I needed to meet
I devoted myself to art and earned a B.S. inBryans mother.Just the thought of it
Education and a M.A. in Painting and Ceramicsterrified me! Bryan and his mother, Sharon,
from the University of Missouri. I was hiredhave a rare bond. He insisted he would not
as a college instructor soon after graduatetell anyone about our engagement until she
school. I felt happy for a time because Iand I met. We drove to southern California
was away from home and involved in teaching.where Sharon was visiting her sister, Bryans
I took my job very seriously but theaunt. I felt sick the entire trip. I knew
loneliness I felt when I was by myself wasin advance he was going to take his mother
debilitating.I longed for love . . . anyshopping the next morning alone to break the
kind. I didnt realize it at the time but Inews to her. I couldnt sleep at all that
had never felt affection. I becamenight. What felt so right to Bryan and me
preoccupied with thoughts of men. I had guyswas unusual, especially in the eyes of a
on my mind constantly! I was popular and hadparent. When they returned from their
many choices but I picked the ones who Iexcursion Sharon looked like she had just
thought needed me. Most often they were fromcome from a funeral. Fortunately, for me,
dysfunctional families. I dated a lot ofAunt Toby accepted the situation and eased
drunks during my 20s. It felt familiar. Inthe tension by giving me a white angel
spite of my success as an artist and aornament. His mother is a wonderful woman.
teacher, I had low self esteem and I knewIn spite of her disappointment, she welcomed
something was wrong with me.In l969 I began ame into their family. Over the years our
new life in another city. Within a week ofrelationship has evolved into a unique
moving to Boston, Massachusetts, I wasfriendship, a cross between a peer and a
brutally raped and hospitalized. I neversister.December 7, 1986, dressed in an ivory
received help with this trauma and didntcolored Victorian gown, I was driven to our
properly grieve until years later. I pushedwedding 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 forclip-pity clop of the hoofs hitting the
myself, (as if it were in my hands?)This waspavement I felt it was the happiest day of my
made easy for me when Joey Haudel entered mylife. The ride was several miles long and I
life. He filled the position of my Knight inenjoyed cars honking loudly at every turn.
Shining Armour, albeit, distorted. He wasWhen we arrived at the elegant Alamo Square
young, handsome, and alcoholic and had justInn Bryan was waiting to escort me inside to
been released from prison. We needed eachthe nuptials. It was a good thing he took my
other like ducks need water. We bonded in ahand, for as I exited the carriage, my knees
codependent relationship that lasted 12collapsed from shaking so hard. The day was
years.Our experiences together werespectacular marking a lifetime of love.Both
astounding. What I learned about myself wasBryan and I had always wanted kids. By the
profound. Our journey is almosttime we met my biological clock had run out.
unbelievable. I have told this story in aHe told me he would rather marry a woman he
dramatic narrative, I Survived: One Womansloved deeply than to wait for someone to bear
Journey of Self Healing and Transformation onhis children. For several years we were
DVD. It is filled with the dark world ofcontent to be a unit of two. After my dear
illness and moves to the light of wellness.Aunt Letha died in 1992 I longed for a child.
I reached my bottom after years of suffering.Bryan agreed to adoption. It was an arduous
I was contemplating suicide but was saved byexperience requiring patience and resilience.
the Grace of God and the dear voice of aWe had several birthmothers who changed
telephone operator who kept me on the phonetheir minds for different reasons. This
for over an hour.I spent years in recovery;process took three years and a great deal of
beginning with Al-Anon meetings in 1973,money. Ultimately we were blessed with a
several series of Adult Children of Alcoholicbaby girl we named Mariah. Our daughter is
Therapy Sessions, individual therapy withnow 8 years old and the light of our life. I
numerous therapists and devouring self helpam grateful I am able to be a good parent and
books. I had the courage to look within andI relish every moment I spend with both of
face the demons. It wasnt easy and manythem as a family.Bryan continues to be my
times I wanted to quit. I often felt I wasrock, strength and loving support. During
too depressed to get well. One step at aour years together I have had many tragedies
time I forged ahead and never looked back! Iincluding: my brother Johns suicide in 1988,
visualized a healthy prognosis. Today I ammy ex- husband Joeys death from alcoholism in
living that beautiful picture!I am happily1989, and my girlfriend Debras suicide in
married to a man 19 years my junior. What2002. I was hospitalized with a potentially
makes our relationship extraordinary is thatlife threatening blood clot in my lungs in
my husband was born in 1960 the year after I1998. Bryan stood by me through all of
graduated from high school. I am older thanthese. I married a great guy! I am a
his mother. We recently celebrated our 17thfortunate woman to have found true love in
anniversary and continue to share the mostthe heart of a younger man.Each day I thank
fabulous life. The secret of our success isGod for the gifts I have been given. I see
our deeply committed love for one another.my world as peaceful and balanced. My
We enjoy a passionate romance. I wish whatmission is to inspire people to their own
Bryan and I have could be sprinkled over thehealing and recovery. It is truly possible
world like angel dust.We met in 1985 during ato find serenity, joy and love. If I can do
rainy winter in San Francisco. We wereit, so can you.
neighbors on a tiny street near the historic



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