Uncomfortable Distance

Me and My Sister, JoeyFor an alcoholic, sobriety doesn’t fix anything. When we remove alcohol from the situation, what is left is a quagmire of broken relationships and damaged lines of communication. Alcohol often serves as a bandage on a huge, gaping laceration. It doesn’t heal the wound, but it can in many ways hide its existence for a period of time. When the bandage is removed, the pain is exposed and the family is forced to take careful and precise steps to begin the healing process.


I received a text message from my sister this month. She asked me what we needed to do as a family to heal the resentment I feel toward our father that she senses in my writing. In spite of the accusation – in spite of the pain her words exposed – I was exceedingly grateful for her question. The bandage has been off for almost a year and a half. We have all been staring at the wound for a long time. Finally, my sister, Joey, was making the first careful step toward healing.

Joey is three years younger than me in age, but has seemingly always been a few steps ahead of me in maturity. We enjoyed a typical middle-class, midwestern upbringing. As kids, we transitioned effortlessly between being pals and pains in each others’ asses. We spent one year roaming the same halls in high school together, and I remember feeling protective and proud of my little sister. Then I was off to college, and we have lived hundreds or thousands of miles apart ever since.


Our adult relationship has always had a distance to it that can’t be measured with a map. Sure, we have both led very busy lives. Joey’s three boys are staggered between the ages of my four kids. She has a husband that I have long admired for his patience as a father, and Joey has a career in education that is admirable, too. Joey worked hard to earn her master’s degree without missing a beat on her career ascension, and has parlayed her education and experience into an assistant principalship in her husband’s home state of South Carolina. I am very proud of my sister and her accomplishments. I always have been. We have just never found a way to have a brother/sister relationship that brings me pride.


There are plenty of reasons for our distance. Our busy lives and our geographical proximity top the list of tangible explanations for our lack of closeness, but those could easily have been overcome with moderate effort. The truth is, I don’t think Joey liked the man I became with alcohol taking such a prominent role in my life. Some people think alcoholism is about drunkenness. While that is an unattractive part of the disease, the devastating effects carryover into the sober slices of life as well. Even when  I wasn’t drinking…especially when I wasn’t drinking…alcohol made me anxious, controlling, opinionated, paranoid and inconsiderate. Alcohol changes our brains in ways that last months and years after the booze is out of our bloodstreams. In the case of my relationship with my sister, I think she kept her distance from the man that, with years of consistent alcohol consumption, her brother became.


As for my part, alcoholics are notoriously selfish. I didn’t care about the lack of relationship with my sister until I was about a year into my sobriety. It takes massive effort to hold our lives together when we are in the throws of addiction. Managing my relationship with my wife and continuing to nurture my kids was as much as I could possibly handle. I kept my parents and my sister and everyone else at a distance because closeness would have required an honesty that I was not capable of demonstrating. I’ve been a once-a-year uncle and holiday-phone-call brother. Until recently, that was how it had to be.


A few months ago, I started texting my sister every couple of weeks. I would scratch my head and struggle to come up with questions to ask about the life of her family that wouldn’t seem contrived or grasping at something that wasn’t there. Those text messages weren’t much, but they were something. I was trying to bridge the gap between us, but the divide was so wide. I hoped for more, but I simply couldn’t find the words or the courage to heal the wounds.


Then it happened. While I pondered what to do to establish a healthy relationship with my sister, she sent me the question that would carefully and cautiously start to mend the wound. In your writing, I sense the resentment you feel toward Dad. What do we need to do as a family to fix that? That text message took guts. Joey could not have know what my reaction might be, but surely she feared the worst. The brother she had know in adulthood was short-tempered and hard-headed. She knew a man who talked but rarely listened. She knew a brother who tried to hide his weaknesses and kept his feelings pushed way deep down inside.


But I am not that man. Just as regular and consistent alcohol consumption in any quantity changes us, a commitment to permanent sobriety changes us, too.


I was overjoyed that my darling little sister had found the words – she had found the strength and resilience – to start the healing process. The next day, some of the distance melted between us as we talked like we have never talked before. I have always known Joey loves me. Now I know how much she cares about me, too. We didn’t solve all of our family issues. We couldn’t possibly unravel a tangle two decades in the making on one conversation. But we carefully and lovingly started the process, and we agreed upon a path forward to include the rest of our immediate family.


Next week, we will all be together – my family of six, my sister’s family of five and our parents – and we are going to continue the healing process as a family. The adults are going to talk in a way we have never talked before. There will be lots of time during our week together for laughter and conversation. We will play with the kids and watch fireworks to celebrate the holiday. We will eat big, gluttonous meals, and the drinkers among us will drink.


But we will take an evening, and we will work together to heal the wound that is causing pain for us all. We will speak honestly, openly and lovingly. We will smile and hug, and we will cry without fear or remorse.


With alcoholism, sobriety doesn’t fix anything. It just clears the barrier out of the way, and lets the arduous and pain-filled work begin. Joey is ready to work. I am ready to work. It is time for our family to roll up our sleeves and shorten the distance between us.


I write thousands of words a week, but I couldn’t find the words to start this part of the recovery process. God put those words in Joey’s heart – my younger, more mature and soon-to-be very close, brave little sis.

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  • Reply
    Patricia Brawn
    June 27, 2018 at 5:38 am

    Matt…I have been following your site since your Mom and I talked a month ago. I can’t tell you how moved I have been by your words. I have wondered about your relationship with your Dad, knowing what I do. My heart is with you…….I only knew you as the little boy who visited me at the “Maine Castle in the Clouds”. I will be thinking of you as you spend time with your family.

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      Matt Salis
      June 27, 2018 at 6:49 am

      So great to hear from you, Pat! Thanks for reading and thanks a ton for commenting.

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    June 27, 2018 at 7:33 am

    Big brother,
    You are my hero.
    I love you.
    Your hair CUT looked good in this pic. 🙂
    See you soon!!!!!!!

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      Matt Salis
      June 27, 2018 at 7:43 am

      Thanks for demonstrating the effortless transition from pal to pain in the ass I wrote about. I love you anyway.

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    June 27, 2018 at 7:51 am

    Looking forward to family week and our night to start the healing. A father’s love for his child is unconditional, but decades of building a wall between us can take a toll on the relationship. I pray to God every night that our relationship will improve.

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      Matt Salis
      June 27, 2018 at 8:06 am

      Me too. I love you, Dad.

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    June 27, 2018 at 8:16 am

    Have a wonderful time next week with your family. I’ll be thinking of you and hoping that the healing process has begun. Let’s talk when you get back, it’s time to catch up again.

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      Matt Salis
      June 27, 2018 at 8:21 am


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    Mike Young
    June 27, 2018 at 9:15 am

    Here’s hoping for continued healing and strengthening of your family relationships.

    • Reply
      Matt Salis
      June 27, 2018 at 9:26 am

      Thanks, Mike!

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    Patti Cobb
    June 27, 2018 at 11:42 am

    Matt I’ve been sober 7 years this July and I’ve surpassed this occurrence in my own family. It’s been a journey, for sure, but this particular post reminded me how much things have changed for the good in the last year’s as a non-drinker. It seems so effortless now not hiding behind that bottle. Thanks so much for blogs and experiences. It gets better with each year and this gift just keeps on giving….have a great vacation! 😁

    • Reply
      Matt Salis
      June 27, 2018 at 4:46 pm

      I love to hear this from someone with seven years of sobriety. Thanks, Patti!

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    Mary Hancock
    June 28, 2018 at 2:38 pm

    Matt…I’ve been following “sober and unashamed “ from the beginning. You have a unique talent for expressing yourself in words that resonate with so many people, alcoholics or not. This post though touched my heart! I know and love you and Jo. Your description of this beginning of the healing process brought tears to my eyes. I’m happy for you. Keep moving forward, repairing old and building new relationships. The journey is long but you are all ready to begin. Godspeed!
    Have fun during Family Week.

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      Matt Salis
      June 28, 2018 at 3:24 pm

      I am very excited about the future, Mary. Thanks for reading and commenting and loving us. I love you, too!

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