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A year ago, husband relapsed. It was not pretty; it was the first time I caught him in the act. He crossed a boundary, and I kicked him out. Not for very long, mind you. I basically told him that while I wasn't looking for perfection, I did need to see some effort on his part. And that he was welcome when he had his shit together. He came back two nights later...
A few months ago, husband had a slip. This time he came to me, aware that he had crossed a boundary, and knowing that he would be asked to leave. Again. But this time, he went willingly.
About a month ago, husband and I shot a commercial for Addo. It was an amazing experience, with amazing people. We still have hope.
Two weeks ago, I started going to group. I go because I know how dangerous it is (for me) to think I have it all figured out. It is imperative for my personal recovery to remember where I've come from, and where I am going. To learn from others and their experiences, just as they can learn from me and mine.
Because no matter what side you're on, recovery is a process.