Sunday, July 21, 2013
A Tale of Living Dirty
I need a new computer, this one just is not great for blogging. It overheats and then crashes losing me all my hard earned sentences. I have been on a spending spree these past few weeks maybe I should be planning my expenditures and getting myself a new computer instead of the Egyptian cotton sheets and sun stone ring. Treating myself is not something I am used to and maybe am getting a bit carried away with it. Food for thought I guess.
Rambling even before I begin, good sign or not? I have been off on a grande adventure these past few weeks. I have been slinking in the shadows instead of standing in my Power and Light. Processing my lesson and licking my wounds in private before stepping into this page to share them with you. It's time to share the full story and move on.
Here is my side of the current tale....
Long ago I had a wonderful sponsor, a new budding friendship and a beautiful ending to an obsessive romance. Long ago in my story is about three months back. Three months later I have a new sponsor, a destroyed friendship and a new obsessive romance came and gone. How quickly time travels in the shadowy depths of the land of fire.
Let me begin with the budding friendship as this is where the bulk of my pain resides. She is a beautiful woman who I thought struggled with the same affliction I do.... a weakness for the bad boy (Assuming makes an ass out of me and u... just saying). I invite my new friend for coffee to gain insight and direction over letting go of the current manifestation of my obsession, bad boy number one, previously mentioned several times at the beginning of this blog. I sought out this friends advice and support. I was desperate for change and freedom from how my disease was playing out in my life. I felt she held the answers for me, she too was getting over a bad boy.
After an amazing deep conversation where I got a multitude of inspiration and empowerment I felt the need to gift her in return of all she had given me. As a reiki practitioner I offered her a treatment which she eagerly accepted. I was happy. I offered her my advice and gave back what she had given to me... empowerment. It ended all so wonderfully on my end.
I was about to learn that it did not end the same way for her.
Having taken a new job the week after our life changing coffee date I was working 12 hour days and falling into bed shortly after getting home only to get up and head back to work the next day. I barely had time to eat and shower let alone keep up on my friendships. I felided a few texts from this new friend about my motivation for the coffee date. Confused I just left them alone, not really knowing how to answer them. Had I known how magical this friend was and the prophesy hidden in the texts I may have acted much differently in the next paragraph.
After a couple months of this crazy work schedule, I began to feel the effects of a non existent recovery program. As a bad boy began to creep into my subconscious, I started to skate on some thin ice. Backing into my old behaviors. Soon the bad boy of my current fantasy was trying to contact me and I found myself being snarred in a net of excitement and attraction. Still holding on to a program I contacted my sponsor as I was taught to do when my thinking turned stinking.
This was the turning point of holding on to a program and throwing one entirely out the window. This is where my story dives into the pits of Hades.
My sponsor came across very clear and matter of fact with her advice after I explained my thoughts about responding to this cute guys request for my attention. 'Contact him and you will kill him, He will go out and use again. I know of this guy from .......(budding friendship in the first paragraph of tale). Stay away from him'. Said my wonderful sponsor. Pretty clear really, stay away or you will kill him, got it...... ? Nope, All I heard however was, 'He is a bad boy and no one wants you near him, perfect.' When I hung up the phone from sponsor I texted Bad boy number two for me.
The bad boy that just broke the heart of my new found friend.
Where in that moment did logic and reason escape me all together? When did my addict rise up and completely take over and say Fuck you all, I will do what I want and not care who the fuck gets hurt. Where did all my hard worked compassion and considering others go? How did I slip so quickly back into the dark?
The friends with benifits turned briefly romance ending in just friends, bad boy and I were off and running in a direction far from recovery. Romancing using, bashing the program and shirking our responsabilities. Or on my end that was what I was doing. I just wanted to have fun and my program was saying I couldn't so I pushed far from it. I can see that only today as I step out of the darkness of where I was and back into the light of where I am now. However in that moment of darkness I was having fun and I was enjoying his company. I don't regret that part of my story. Live and learn... I gained excitment and pain, lessons learned. Lessons to share for another time.
... My new budding friendship in that moment of fuck you decision was destroyed. My relationship with my sponsor in that same moment was severed forever after. Those are the regrets I have, those are the true amends needing to be made. I hurt both parties and for that I am working a step four and nine to clear the guilt and shame of always opting for the guy at the scarifice of the platonic relationship. My pattern to clear.
Now before all was lost I did try to contact my sponsor, who for whatever reason was unavailable to me. I turned to my support group instead. Through the bad boy romance, I did stay tethered to my support group and therefor the program even if I was not actively working it the way I had in the past. It is this support that I am entirely grateful for today as I am still clean while all other parties have already relapsed or are in process of now. My heart breaks at my part in those relapses. My sponsors prophesy was right. I am humbled beyond anything I have ever felt before.
While I was trying to reach out to my sponsor my now destroyed friendship was also reaching out to her and connecting. I could see the frienship building between them and I felt abondoned and a bit ganged up upon. I guessed it is the consequences of my actions and I accepted that as such. That is until the facebook confrontations turned into verbal attacks in front of my 12 year old daughter turned into physical attacks at the meeting of my 9 month tag. This coming from a woman with 9 years in recovery, a slip at the 5 year mark and clean since. No longer was my compassion with my consequences. This went to far.
Where was my sponsor through these attacks? Standing to destroyed friendships side and via social media firing me as her sponsee. My heart was utterly broken. My addict whispered how I deserved it. She told me how I brought this on myself. I would have slipped very quickly into shame had I not had an amazing support group walking along side me the entire journey.
It was through the eye's of my friends that I could see how I never once reacted poorly to destroyed friendships attacks, only trying to make amends in the emails and then severing all contact when I realized she was not ready to recieve any amends, even the physical attack provoked nothing of the like return in me. It was through my friends that I could see how the bad boy was playing a very dirty game of turning two friends into deep enemies, inflicting his pain for the gain of power. But it was my own ears and eyes that seen my sponsor come out in my destroyed friend. It was hearing my sponsors words verbally attack me that really brought awareness home.
I was humiliated in front of two newcomers and for that today I am totally humbled. My fuck you all action had some very serious consequences. My desire to hurt and be hurt has been exausted. I have been shown in my humilation that I am no longer that person with shadowy morals. I can no longer act from that place of dirty and live clean. Sometimes my higher power has to show me the hard way because thats the path I choose to learn the lesson. I realize now that I always have a choice.
I have severed all ties to bad boy. I have stepped away from destroyed friendship. I have set boundaries for myself with my old sponsor to include what is nessesary for home group interaction. I am hurt and this will overshadow the two female relationships until I can work through my feelings in this area. My higher power will work that out for me. I am back nose deep in step four working the relationship section and am back to regular meeting attendence. My program has again become the most important thing in my life. Why? Because I AM the most important thing in my life.