The only way to get out and STAY out is NC.
I have a cut-glass bowl sitting on a table at my front door.
I just put six packs of gum in it. When I head out, if I need to put a new pack of gum in my purse, it will be there.
About 3.5 months ago, I was hiding the gum -- to ensure that I'd have it when I wanted it. I'd leave out half a dozen packs for the two of us. And I'd hide a few more packs.
Out of the half dozen I'd leave out, I'd get maybe one pack. The rest would be sucked up lickity split.
Oh yes. I do know that when there is true love, something so petty as who takes all the gum wouldn't even be an issue. But it didn't stop with the gum. It was everything. Because he was entitled to it all. And for him, he had the ready alibi of, "I'm an addict in recovery. If I like something, I can't control myself. Well, let's just be grateful I'm in recovery."
It's weird and sad, on one hand, that I would find pleasure in something so far out and goofy as having all the gum to myself.
But I'm not going to make light of a simple pleasure -- no matter how "simple" it is.
And for those of you who remain in contact . . .
There will be no little pleasures -- no matter how small and insignificant they may seem -- until you become N-Free.
xo
GN