Please don’t lock your inner-child in the closet

Having kids is like starting a romance with your children. It is also when the War of the Roses began with my unrequited inner-voices. Those vindictive, punitive thoughts simmered toward alcoholism with each jolt. The voice-box belonging to my inner-child successfully plotted to undermine my cold marriage bed and regain attention by starting a quiet riot in my dysfunctional, co-dependent family.