Summary: <br> One of the happiest moments is when you find the courage to let go of what you cannot change, and accept the way it is and isn’t. That’s when you will find freedom. One story behind one of my happiest moments <br> <br> <br> <br> I’ve been a member of Al-Anon since 1989. It’s a 12-step program for people who have been affected by someone else’s drinking. I started Al-anon when my daughter was 8 months old. Her dad and I split because of his drinking. Both my parents were alcoholics. People don’t like to talk about that sort of thing. I think the crazy-making in families is usually caused by some form of addiction. There usually is a lot of denial about addictions and a lot of shame and guilt associated with the person addicted and their immediate denial and the other members of the family trying to control the person who is addicted. Those members frequently go into denial and have shame and guilt. Everything and everyone seem to be out of control which causes craziness. In Al-Anon, I learned to stop trying to control things and let go and let God.<br> <br> <br> <br> This story is in no way bad-mouthing my oldest daughter’s dad. When we split, I had my own money. I had owned a house in North Delta that I sold and bought the old Fort Hope Trading Post and renovated the upstairs and downstairs and made it an antique store below and living quarters above. I hired contractors to help me renovate to make it livable. My daughter’s dad would come up most weekends with his then 10-year-old son and 13-year-old daughter and work with me until I got the store in shape to open. After that, we only saw them once a month or so. <br> <br> <br> <br> My daughter’s father was acholic and of course, I was attracted to alcoholics because of my upbringing. It was comfortable and familiar. I never saw that until years later when I saw the same pattern over and over again.<br> <br> <br> <br> Lots of value antiques were starting to go missing and I couldn’t understand that. Then one day I was down in Burnaby and my truck broke down. I called my daughter’s dad and asked if we could stay with him for a couple of days while my truck was being fixed, and he readily agreed. When I walked into his home for the first time, I was shocked. I saw all these antiques that had been stolen from my store. I asked his 13-year-old daughter if she would watch her sister for 20 minutes while her dad and I talked privately in his car. I was livid. He agreed to talk privately in the car.<br> <br> <br> <br> When we got there, I just confronted him with the thievery. He denied it and told me this cock and bull story about me giving these items to him. That made me angrier. Then there was a moment of sanity when I got clear that he believed his own bull and that was the moment I got clarity. sanity and freedom. I saw how right I was, and he was going to stick to his story. In that moment I got the insanity of active alcoholism. Even when the acholic is sober it can be insane but when they are drinking watch out. If I kept trying to get him to see he was wrong, that I was right, he stole it would get crazier. I saw he was sick and if I continued this conversation, I would be as sick as he was. When I finally accepted the way it was and the way it wasn’t. I had the courage to let go and let God. I finally had the courage to put some boundaries in.<br> <br> <br> <br> I stopped making him wrong and I put some strict boundaries in. I was able to say to him, I got you believe what you are saying. I don’t agree with your version and from now on when you visit your daughter you can no longer visit my shop. He sputtered a bit then let me continue. If I see anything missing from my apt then you will have to visit our daughter outside....
