The sick addict finally turns his life around after leaving a path of destruction in his wake. He is praised for his hard work and welcomed with open arms by his family. He feels satisfaction in helping those who are still held captive by addiction and devotes his time to answering late night phone calls and early morning texts.
And his wife, who at times remains bleeding on the ground from the destruction, starts to wonder. Why can't she welcome him with open arms? Embrace his newfound sobriety? Doesn't she know the story of the prodigal son or the lost sheep?
Right or wrong, the wife feels a bit ignored. Were it not for her sacrifice, suffering, and compassion, she thinks, the addict would for sure be bankrupt, without a family or home, and would possibly not even be alive.
But was she really involved in all of this? Is it even reasonable to expect the family of the addict to acknowledge her? A Higher Power and the addict are surely to be respected for this miracle of recovery, maybe the role of the wife is really just a role of observer.
She finds herself lying in bed alone at night, wondering if she might be The Invisible Wife.
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