The Joys of Being Healthy

It is amazing to be able to say I am a whole,We met in 1985 during a rainy winter in San
happy, healthy, loving woman. I was sick for theFrancisco. We were neighbors on a tiny street
first 40 years of my life. Like millions of othernear the historic Mission Dolores. The worst storm
human beings I grew up immersed in the familyof the season was on its way and my roof was
disease of alcoholism. For generations it hasleaking profusely. I was in dire straits financially,
plagued my family. The unbalanced life I led is sohaving been newly divorced. I was preparing to
common in our society; I didnt know anythingfix it myself. Unfortunately my ladder wasnt tall
was wrong. I was a participant in the chaos,enough. I needed help. None of the folks I knew
confusion, neuroses, pain and suffering which iswere home that Saturday morning but I noticed
present in dysfunctional families. I call it The Dancean open door directly across from my house. I
of Death.hurried upstairs to the second story flat in the
I grew up in St. Louis, Missouri in the communityazure painted duplex and walked down the long
of Clayton. The only memories I have of mycorridor to the living room. There on the sofa was
father are when he would beat my brother anda guy watching the football game on T.V. I
me with his belt so severely my clothes wouldintroduced myself and then proceeded to ask for
cling to the bloody strap marks on my legs. Hehis assistance. He looked at me like I was nuts.
would make us wait for our punishment in ourThe silence was deafening. How often does a
room before he dealt the ugly blows. My motherstranger enter your apartment with a request for
closed her eyes to what was happening. Both ofhelp with a major repair? I was flushed with
them partied on weekends where I would findembarrassment but was in too deep to recover.
empty highball glasses scattered all over the livingFortunately he agreed to help me.
room. I had holes in th e soles of my shoes whileThis uncommon beginning signaled the magic that
my mother would model a new diamond cocktaillay before us. The sparks flew. We went on our
ring, winnings from a weekly poker game. My dadfirst date within days of this meeting. Bryans car
was also a compulsive gambler. He died at thewas broken so we took the bus across the city
age of 45 when I was nine years old.to an authentic Moroccan restaurant where we
My mother attracted another alcoholic to her lifesat on paisley cushions and ate with our fingers. I
soon after my fathers death. They had aremember clearly how primitive this felt and how
symbiotic, codependent and addictive relationship.natural it was to be with him. He didnt seem the
Every ten days they would consume a case ofleast bit concerned about my age. I, on the other
scotch which was delivered to our apartmenthand, was more sensitive. I was still healing from
from the local liquor store. My mother neverthe codependent relationship of 12 years and had
appeared drunk but she was distant, selfish andnever experienced true intimacy. I wasnt sure it
narcissistic. My step fathers disease hadwas the proper thing to do but I couldnt help
progressed to the point he was visibly inebriatedmyself; I was falling in love. I was scared because
most evenings. His attitude was condescending,these feelings were coming so quickly.
nasty and self righteous. He was verbally abusiveBryan moved in with me within weeks of our first
and drove his car while intoxicated on manymeeting. I remember thinking if it didnt work out
occasions. When I think back to that period of myit would be easy to ask him to leave because all
history I remember keeping my personal lifehe owned was a T.V. For Valentines Day he
secret!!! I was ashamed of their behavior. Icreated a hanging wire mobile in the shape of
pretended all was well and I began developingintertwined hearts and presented it to me with
neurotic habits for self preservation.flowers and chocolate. This type of thoughtful
In my teens I danced several days after school,gesture is typical of Bryan. He has never missed
participated in theater groups, worked in aa special occasion and has often surprised me
department store and had creative life in mywith jewelry when he returns from a business
head. I imagined the way I wanted my world totrip.
be and was in denial as to the truth in front ofOne evening in the spring we were waiting to
me. I became obsessive, compulsive and an overboard a dinner train in Mendocino. A drunken man
achiever. Because I worked so hard Iapproached us and said, How come you two are
accomplished a lot for a young girl but the realitydressed up? Are you getting married? Bryan
was it was inspired by fear, insecurity and a needlooked at me and said, Yes, we are arent we?
for control.That was his proposal. It was decided we would
In college I devoted myself to art and earned aplan a wedding for later that year. But, first I
B.S. in Education and a M.A. in Painting andneeded to meet Bryans mother.
Ceramics from the University of Missouri. I wasJust the thought of it terrified me! Bryan and his
hired as a college instructor soon after graduatemother, Sharon, have a rare bond. He insisted he
school. I felt happy for a time because I waswould not tell anyone about our engagement until
away from home and involved in teaching. I tookshe and I met. We drove to southern California
my job very seriously but the loneliness I feltwhere Sharon was visiting her sister, Bryans aunt.
when I was by myself was debilitating.I felt sick the entire trip. I knew in advance he
I longed for love . . . any kind. I didnt realize it atwas going to take his mother shopping the next
the time but I had never felt affection. I becamemorning alone to break the news to her. I couldnt
preoccupied with thoughts of men. I had guys onsleep at all that night. What felt so right to Bryan
my mind constantly! I was popular and had manyand me was unusual, especially in the eyes of a
choices but I picked the ones who I thoughtparent. When they returned from their excursion
needed me. Most often they were fromSharon looked like she had just come from a
dysfunctional families. I dated a lot of drunksfuneral. Fortunately, for me, Aunt Toby accepted
during my 20s. It felt familiar. In spite of mythe situation and eased the tension by giving me
success as an artist and a teacher, I had low selfa white angel ornament. His mother is a wonderful
esteem and I knew something was wrong withwoman. In spite of her disappointment, she
me.welcomed me into their family. Over the years
In l969 I began a new life in another city. Within aour relationship has evolved into a unique
week of moving to Boston, Massachusetts, I wasfriendship, a cross between a peer and a sister.
brutally raped and hospitalized. I never receivedDecember 7, 1986, dressed in an ivory colored
help with this trauma and didnt properly grieveVictorian gown, I was driven to our wedding in a
until years later. I pushed down the pain and washorse drawn carriage. I remember the sensation
then, more than ever, resolved to create thewell. As I heard the clip-pity clop of the hoofs
perfect life for myself, (as if it were in myhitting the pavement I felt it was the happiest
hands?)day of my life. The ride was several miles long
This was made easy for me when Joey Haudeland I enjoyed cars honking loudly at every turn.
entered my life. He filled the position of my KnightWhen we arrived at the elegant Alamo Square
in Shining Armour, albeit, distorted. He was young,Inn Bryan was waiting to escort me inside to the
handsome, and alcoholic and had just beennuptials. It was a good thing he took my hand, for
released from prison. We needed each other likeas I exited the carriage, my knees collapsed from
ducks need water. We bonded in a codependentshaking so hard. The day was spectacular marking
relationship that lasted 12 years.a lifetime of love.
Our experiences together were astounding. WhatBoth Bryan and I had always wanted kids. By the
I learned about myself was profound. Our journeytime we met my biological clock had run out. He
is almost unbelievable. I have told this story in atold 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 content to
DVD. It is filled with the dark world of illness andbe a unit of two. After my dear Aunt Letha died
moves to the light of wellness. I reached myin 1992 I longed for a child. Bryan agreed to
bottom after years of suffering. I wasadoption. It was an arduous experience requiring
contemplating suicide but was saved by thepatience and resilience. We had several
Grace of God and the dear voice of a telephonebirthmothers who changed their minds for
operator who kept me on the phone for over andifferent reasons. This process took three years
hour.and a great deal of money. Ultimately we were
I spent years in recovery; beginning with Al-Anonblessed with a baby girl we named Mariah. Our
meetings in 1973, several series of Adult Childrendaughter is now 8 years old and the light of our
of Alcoholic Therapy Sessions, individual therapylife. I am grateful I am able to be a good parent
with numerous therapists and devouring self helpand I relish every moment I spend with both of
books. I had the courage to look within and facethem as a family.
the demons. It wasnt easy and many times IBryan continues to be my rock, strength and
wanted to quit. I often felt I was too depressedloving support. During our years together I have
to get well. One step at a time I forged aheadhad many tragedies including: my brother Johns
and never looked back! I visualized a healthysuicide in 1988, my ex- husband Joeys death
prognosis. Today I am living that beautiful picture!from alcoholism in 1989, and my girlfriend Debras
I am happily married to a man 19 years mysuicide in 2002. I was hospitalized with a potentially
junior. What makes our relationship extraordinarylife threatening blood clot in my lungs in 1998.
is that my husband was born in 1960 the yearBryan stood by me through all of these. I married
after I graduated from high school. I am oldera great guy! I am a fortunate woman to have
than his mother. We recently celebrated our 17thfound true love in the heart of a younger man.
anniversary and continue to share the mostEach day I thank God for the gifts I have been
fabulous life. The secret of our success is ourgiven. I see my world as peaceful and balanced.
deeply committed love for one another. WeMy mission is to inspire people to their own healing
enjoy a passionate romance. I wish what Bryanand recovery. It is truly possible to find serenity,
and I have could be sprinkled over the world likejoy and love. If I can do it, so can you.
angel dust.