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NEW TWELVEBEADS
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The modern Hebrew name Aliza means
"one who is merry and joyful."
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The Hebrew name Jesse means "God exists."
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HALF MEASURES ROOM
From The Half Measures Room...  ...on 'giving'
"We have tried to hold the love of our children for their father. We have told the small tots that father was sick, which was much nearer the truth than we realized. They struck the children, kicked out door panels, smashed treasured crockery, and ripped the keys out of pianos. In the midst of such pandemonium they may have rushed out threatening to live with the other woman forever. In desperation, we have even got tight ourselves-the drunk to end all drunks. The unexpected result was that our husbands seemed to like it.
"We began to ask medical advice as the sprees got closer together. The alarming physical and mental symptoms, the deepening pall of remorse, depression and inferiority that settled down on our loved ones-these things terrified and distracted us. As animals on a treadmill, we have patiently and wearily climbed, falling back in exhaustion after each futile effort to reach solid ground. Most of us have entered the final stage with its commitment to health resorts, sanitariums, hospitals, and jails. Sometimes there were screaming delirium and insanity. Death was often near." AA BB p. 106-107
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Giving Thanks: The Gifts of Gratitude
by M.J. Ryan by Conari Press
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Stefanie ~ Al-Anon
Breaking through my shame and anger
My husband lives in the whirlwind created from a long bout of destructive choices. Unwittingly, I joined the whirlwind when I married him three years ago. I threw away precious days and hours of my life trying to uncover the what, where, and why in his life. The only way I knew to survive was to stay one step ahead of him at all times.
I became obsessed with predicting his mood and his responses, checking his cell phone calls, searching his pockets and his vehicle for evidence of his whereabouts. I tried drinking with him. I tried nagging and shaming him. I tried to make myself thinner and more attractive for him. I cried and railed about him to a trusted friend. READ ON |
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