A few weeks ago the past came knocking at my door in the shape of a man I used to know.
I am incredibly wary when this happens. I am not the same Natalie I was back then. By the grace of God I have found recovery.
That Natalie was stuck in an endless loop of pain. In my disease, I used men for a good time, not a long time. I did not know how to be in a relationship to save my life. If someone good came along, I sabotaged it usually by sleeping with someone else. I didn’t know who I was or what trust, love and commitment even looked like.
I only knew what had been modeled in my family of origin and ended up repeating a similar relationship. Stuck with another adult child of an alcoholic trying to make things work while slowly breaking myself. I developed a thyroid autoimmune disorder when I lost my voice in that relationship, my body literally started attacking itself.
I kept trying to make things work because that is what my parents did. The Universe severed my Achilles tendon and forced me to stop trying to move forward. I had to sit with myself, in my pain and ask for help. My first rock bottom. Fortunately an angel in human form had already entered my life by then and she helped me find the rooms of Al-Anon.
Here I am in recovery all these years later believing I am solid in my new foundation. Enter the Universe to deliver a test to see just how strong I really am.
My memory has wiped a lot of my life back when I was in my disease thank goodness. I did remember this man though for some reason, mostly because of his beautiful car and how fun it was to drive.
So when he popped up via Messenger wanting to be friends, I asked him if he was serious. You see we had never been friends according to my recollection. He was someone I had fun with, period.
As I explained how I was not the same person, he filled in the gaps in my memory. When it comes to men from my past I am an island, surrounded by walls with moats and turrets. No one gets in.
We ended up texting back and forth for a couple of hours. I found the whole interaction more annoying than anything else but I also wondered why the Universe was sending him back into my life again.
A couple of weeks later, I reached out to him again. This time with pictures of my new hair, wanting some male attention. I really need to be careful about what I ask for.
A day later he responds and again we spend another two hours reconnecting via text. This time I enjoy the connection and hop onto a video call with him later which lasted four hours.
Again I think nothing of it other than a really great chat with a super smart, funny and empathetic man.
We reconnect again via video a couple of days later and spend, get this, nine hours on a video call. Everything I learned about limits and boundaries in recovery goes out the window on that chat. I wanted to cut it short after a couple of hours to have dinner and do some yoga, I could feel he wanted me to stay. As more time passed, I was the one who didn’t want to go.
I threw everything I had at him in the form of tests and he leaned in to all of them. We covered Chinese astrology, the Five Love Languages, the Enneagram, north and south nodes in western astrology and finally my personal favorite, your top five values. He was a trooper and I liked him for it, he blessedly asked at one point to talk about pop culture. I suddenly remembered you cannot be intense and deep all the time.
Two people with addictive personalities obsessed with each other. It was heady and you could cut the attraction between us with a knife. I had not felt this intensity of desire in a very long time.
That’s when the alarm bells started going off. I know my brain has not rewired itself enough through recovery and consequently I have learned to be wary of whom I am attracted to.
In the cold light of day and with distance I could see the patterns. I grew up with a father who was a high functioning person with a drinking problem and emotionally unavailable. My ex was whip smart, funny and emotionally challenged. You cannot feel your feelings with active addiction.
It is not good when a man reminds you of your ex is it?
I grew increasingly unsettled. My precious serenity which I have worked so hard for in recovery and need to protect at all costs was gone.
I threw myself into processing it all by swimming in the lake. I clocked an impressive amount of mileage in the space of a week.
This beautiful human lives in Burlington, Vermont. It was the perfect fairy tale in my mind. I like my life here and it’s only a four hour drive away. I could see us spending time together skiing and having so much fun. I enjoy my space and having a man around 24/7 at this point in my life would be a major challenge. The prospect of being in relationship with this man seemed like a good one.
I was all in until I wasn’t.
We went over the 20 questions of Alcoholics Anonymous together on our second video chat, I spoke about the program and the promises found if you work the steps. Given what he shared with me, I knew he had a drinking problem. Addiction runs in families and I could see all of it so clearly.
A dear program friend asked me if I was taking his inventory. I was stunned. Here I was again going into fix it mode because I care about the guy and now I am invested. Believe it or not, I even said I wished I could walk into an open AA meeting with him. That is exactly what newcomers say when they come into the rooms of Al-Anon. I am not his Higher Power.
I lost sight of my recovery and got caught up in a maelstrom just like that.
By then he knew I was affected, my wellness went sideways and I was caught up in what it felt like all those years ago to be in relationship with someone who was not well. My emotions were all over the place, all I did was obsess and try to process what was happening.
Not good.
He tried to create space between us to let the dust settle. All that did was activate my abandonment wound and I got angry. A person in a relationship doesn’t get to unilaterally decide when we communicate. I communicate a lot, him not as much.
No one likes being in limbo. In that time I spoke to my people. Again the angel in human form I mentioned earlier helped set me straight. I knew she was the one I needed to speak to, she is a grateful member of AA and has been in recovery longer than I have.
The first thing she said to me is you cannot save him. The challenge will be to help him if he wants the help, to stay solid in your recovery and not get hurt.
By that point, I knew I did not have it in me to do any of the above.
It is important to note that not once did I ask him if he had a desire to stop drinking. Unbelievable. Where did the Natalie with years of recovery go?
I had to go right back to step one and admit I was powerless over alcohol and people and that my life had become unmanageable once again.
I ended things as honestly, directly and as kindly as I could. Program taught me that. I am not strong enough in my recovery to be involved with someone with an active addiction. By no means was this an easy decision for me to make. I went back and forth on it for a week but I knew deep down what I needed to do.
He would not speak to me via video chat so unfortunately all of this went down via text. I care deeply about this man but I have stayed far too long in relationships with men for their potential. No more. Oxygen mask on yourself first.
I knew in my body this decision was the right one but I was still unsettled. The grief I felt afterwards was incredible. Like a dam broke, I knew I was grieving for the Natalie that abandoned herself over and over in the arms of men who did not give a shit about me.
I practiced contrary action and honored myself this time.
I spent a year and a half with a man who had a drinking problem while I was at university. I stayed a week and half in this iteration. Huge progress thanks to my recovery.
When the past comes knocking, will you open the door?