Daugher is dating an alcoholic
I’d go to bed every night wishing things would be different in the morning.But it was almost painful to wake up and know that when I got downstairs, something would be burning on the stove, Patsy Cline would be blasting on repeat and my mom would be passed out on the couch.The phone rang to voicemail several times before she picked up. I went back inside and rummaged through my backpack for a calling card. I’m just waiting here.” Within 20 minutes, I spotted my dad’s car pulling into the school parking lot.I called my brother — who said Mom wasn’t home — before I called my dad. On our way home, we noticed a familiar Honda Civic on the back of a tow truck in front of us.I never considered attending, because I always thought I could just deal with it on my own.
I rarely drank; I was almost always the sober driver.But her attempts to conceal her disease became futile.She’d start making dinner after work but pass out before she could finish.But when her drinking got bad, she became unbearable and unreasonable.When she first started drinking, he gave us information on Al-Anon, a program for families and friends of alcoholics, and he talked about whether we should attend.
It had been found on the side of the road about a block away from my school. That night, it finally hit me that she had a real problem.