It was so easy to admit I was an alcoholic. They have a place to go where you can get support and a sponsor so I can be strong and not fall back into old habits.

Admitting I was an abused house wife was much more difficult. I guess the hands on stuff, even if it didn't break anything or cause skin to split is still considered assault. I had never considered that. The other stuff, I just put in the back of my mind as best i could, although the thoughts did come out in poetry or dreams.

Admitting to failed relationships is the triple crown of admissions. The realization i am 48, single, no chance of anymore children, no secure job, no insurance, no direction. in a way, it is a certain kind of freedom. I am just not familiar with freedom outside the written page.

Freedom, a new concept.