Devenir Trop Exigeante

Devenir Trop Exigeante

Récemment, j’ai chuté sur un trottoir, et ai eu alors une lourde attelle pendant six semaines ; puis j’ai eu à faire face à œdème et raideurs, comme séquelles handicapantes. Beaucoup de voisines, voyant cela, m’ont proposé leur aide, me disant « N’hésite pas à me...

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A Farewell Message

A Farewell Message

I have been editing submissions for publication of the ACA ComLine Blog since it was launched on 1 February 2022. For most of that time, I have done this work alone. It is now time for me to move on and for someone else to step up and take over this responsibility....

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Our Last Visit

Our Last Visit

Blue leather lounge chaircenter of the roomcenter of attentionsittingagingFox News blaringdecades gone byhate mongeringday and nightshe's hypnotized by hate to cover her loneliness3,000 miles awaythe distance felt as a betrayaleven 30 years laterI'm unforgivenHere in...

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My Struggle to Be – Me

My Struggle to Be – Me

I must not be me. daddy-Monster will explode on me. All over me. I dare not be. I don’t know what I’ve done wrong, but I must not be me. daddy-Monster will blame me. At school, I must not be me; catholic nuns will vilify...

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Lettre De Gratitude

Lettre De Gratitude

Editor's note: English translation was created using google translate Chers membres et serviteurs d’Adult Children of Alcoholics (ACA),En ce mois de novembre, mois de la gratitude, je ressens profondément le besoin de vous écrire pour exprimer ma reconnaissance envers...

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Irate Customer

Irate Customer

Purchasing a greeting card for my wife,I hear a commotion.Lots of anger and cussing.I look around a corner. I see an older man shove an employee.Tall, grey hair, grey beard,probably in his seventies.He cusses and exits the store. I start to follow, then stop.I look...

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The Wall Between Us

The Wall Between Us

The Wall was her charm, her people-pleasing, her lies mixed with a deep care for me, her mother. The Wall was addiction. The Wall was the disconnect in our realities. I had wanted so much to believe that she had left her drug-of-choice in the rearview mirror, even...

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Why I Don’t Ask for Help

Why I Don’t Ask for Help

Asking requires a voiceConfidence to use itAnd fearlessnessA form of self-awarenessAnd courageVulnerability and self-discoveryHope FaithAnd TrustFrightening and unfamiliarSurreal and foreignWho can I trust?I don't know how to trust myselfLet alone anyone...

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