That can be particularly hard. My mother was a victim of childhood abuse, and became an alcoholic after I reached adulthood. While I understood that what she was going through wasn’t her fault, some things were impossible to ignore, like sexual advances toward me, kicking in a window in my face while I was trying to communicate with her and holding my toddler, and best of all, breaking into my home and smashing my kid’s piggy bank while we were at my wife’s father’s funeral.. I don’t have a good answer. I was forced to distance myself to protect my children and my family from the turmoil. To this day I don’t know whether doing so aided or harmed her journey toward recovery. I have great empathy for you, but sadly those who haven’t lived with addiction have no idea what it’s like.
