16/03/2025
Do you know the story behind this photo?
This photo, taken about one hour after Dr Marry got home from being gone for 6 weeks: 2 weeks in the hospital, including 6 days in a medically-induced coma, and 4 weeks in in-patient rehab.
The morning this photo was taken, I was reading some book about a woman who gets home from work and her husband is already cooking in the kitchen. As they talk, he reaches for another glass and pours her a glass of red wine while they continue to share their day.
I finished that section and was outraged that that would never again be my life. That I would never again be able to have wine in the house. That Mazz's alcoholism was now spilling over to my life.
I picked him up around 3:30. We got home and it was awkward. Neither of us quite knew what to do or say.
I was kind of stomping around the kitchen when he said, "What's the matter, D?"
After a few, "Nothings," I finally blurted out what I had been thinking about the book and that couple and our new life.
Mazz said, "Put on your shoes."
"Where are we going?"
"We're going across the street to Luna to get you a glass of wine and me a lemonade."
"We CAN'T go to Luna on your first day home from rehab!"
"Look. My bed is still open. If I can't do this, then you'll drive me back to rehab and I'll try again."
We walked into the restaurant, and there were our good friends John and Emily. They happened to be two of the very few people who knew Mazz had been in rehab because they had called to invite us for dinner while he was gone, so I had to tell them.
I was filled with shame to be there. I felt like we had giant spotlights on us the entire time. I was mortified that I had "demanded" this outing. I was terrified that this tenuous sobriety wouldn't stick. I was embarrassed to be with an alcoholic if I'm brutally honest. I was afraid I had a drinking problem that my first thought after picking my husband up from rehab was "I want a glass of wine."
Mazz, on the other hand, was cool and calm as a cucumber.
We said a brief hello and went to sit somewhere else. I was jumpy and so nervous, climbing out of my skin.
I ordered a glass of wine; Mazz ordered a San Pelligrino. Nobody questioned us. Nobody thought anything was out of the ordinary.
Another woman we all knew saw us and said, "Let me take a photo of you four fabulous people."
I don't know why she took that photo—I remember thinking it was kind of odd in the moment. But today, eight years later, I'm so grateful to have this reminder that this was our true Day 1. This was the first step.
Mazz soared, and I grew to stop fearing and resenting and bemoaning and instead found unaccountable gratitude for the journey this amazing man took and invited me along on. The glorious journey we continue to take. 💗