3.20.25
As I’m settling into my new way of life, I’m also trying to make time for things I used to do and miss because I’ve been so focused on my sobriety and recovery. One of those things I have really missed is weekly dinners with my mother-in-law.
She’s hard to put into words if you don’t know her. Picture a sweet, young 73-year-old, 5′ nothing, classy, intelligent, and beautiful woman. Now you should be afraid because when she opens her mouth no one ever expects the smart-ass, quick-witted, colorful, and hilarious shit she says. One of my all-time favorites is “The fuck you say to me?”, it’s no wonder we’re such good friends! When I feel like defying death, I like to see how quickly I can get the Spanish cursing to come out followed shortly after by the slipper being thrown in my direction.
Now that you can picture her, who wouldn’t miss spending time with her? Last night I went over to her house for dinner and visiting. She made me delicious pork street tacos. It was the first time in a long time that I was able to completely relax in her house without associating it with my emotions of sadness and grief from loss. I didn’t have anxiety or restlessness. It was absolutely fucking amazing to see the results of my hard work in action; my toolbox automatically working in my subconscious. It was great to truly get to enjoy our visit and focus on how hilarious we are, just ask us.
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