For some reason, my marriage came last when it came to being nice after I got sober. I gradually realized that I had been distant
and apathetic about relationships. I wasn’t kind. I was uncaring and unavailable. I began to
make more attempts to care. But not at home. Marriage
doesn’t show to outsiders so I can still be grumpy at home while I’m learning
about sobriety. Taking the initiative to be kind was foreign to me. Change was difficult. Being the first to demonstrate softness and flexibility was something new. What about him? He’s not being kind or gentle at all. Actually, he was doing a lot better than me.
I forge on one step at a time to change the
old and try the new. Kindness. Gentleness. It hurts but it’s a good ouch.