I go to meetings because I get so lonely. I am the mom of a recovering addict, the daughter of an alcoholic, and a co-dependent. My son is going into a transition house this Saturday. I am so proud of how brave and strong he is to face his disease. I am amazed that I got into the pattern of thinking I could have an opinion on where my son lives, what he does, and how he faces his challenges. So disrespectful of me. Facing myself lets me see the whole system that surrounds my son, everyone is so human - full of faults and full of love. I keep walking face first into the wall I used to try and wrap around my son. It is a wall made of fears.