I’ve tried to be helpful.
Now all is can say is, count me out!
Enough is enough.
I can’t do it.
I can’t stay.
He’s not the same as he was weeks, months, years ago.
Wait, maybe I should give him another chance.
I believe he has learned from this.
He’ll be much more cautious in the future.
Right?
Not so.
He never changed.
He’ll never change.
He still holds the power.
I thought my enabling empowered me.
Pseudo power.
But I’m powerless.
So I make excuses for his erratic behavior.
I tell myself, “reason with him—he’ll change.”
Threaten him—again.
Then he’ll have to change.
I’ll be in control.
Truth is, I’m powerless.
He didn’t change.
My power was a sham.
Reset new boundaries.
Boundaries breached.
My fault or his.
Is enabling the real problem?
Or is Denial the demon in the room?
Oh my gosh, what had I done?
It was me.
Denial exposed,
I’ve made things worse.
I gave him a hall pass.
Carte blanche to continue his downward spiral.
I am an enabler.
My name is Diane, and I am a recovering enabler. Year after year, I sat in “the rooms” with other enablers professing we were ready to have God remove our defects of character.
Step 1. I can’t
Step 2. God Can.
Step 3. Don’t you think it’s time we let Him?
