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.


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?