Originally Posted by donf
Hey folks,
Why are several responders trivializing the alcohol problem in this situation?
Oct. Girl, is stuck in a environment where whatever she does is wrong. The ground the rules shift around the amount of alcohol consumed. One gets nastier than the day before
How many of us lived in that cesspool.?
My parents never got along, my father’s drinking was an embarrassment and fuel for all manner of fights. My oldest brother left the house when he turned 16. My middle brother, dropped out of high school and joined the Marines. He had just turned 17. Several years back, I asked him what it was like on “Monkey Mountain, Chul Lai, Viet Nam,” without hesitation he told me it was no worse than being home on Friday nights.
I’ve laid in bed and watched and listened to my father call out the window to every female he could see on the street to get one or two to come up and playhouse with him.
My sister who is three years younger than me was not allowed to live upstairs with us. She stayed downstairs in my grandmother’s home.
My last memory of my father in our house was the night he staggered in, picked a fight with my mother than started beating her. When I jumped into the fray, I also got clobbered. Finally I managed to get him outside the door and literally kicked him down the stairs. I believe I also got a baseball bat and stood guard at the door. I was 14.
Years later, after I was married, I reconciled with my father to a very small degree. That was after several runs with AA before he was finally able to stay on the program. To this day, I consider him to be the only truly useless humanity had ever let live. Both my parents are dead now but the crap is just as real.
Oddly enough, while I don’t believe that my father was useful in any way he was able to help my wife who was despairing over the premature birth and death of our second son.
Drunks can kill a family faster than the plague!