This morning I found my dad on the floor, passed out from drinking the day before. He started drinking at 11 in the morning and didn't stop until 1 or 2 in the morning. The strange thing is that he was just about out of beer, and he was so fucked up I didn't understand why he was so drunk. My detective skills came in and I found his stash of hard-A in the garage. At 12 o'clock I went to bed and around 6:30 my mom came home and told me that dad was on the kitchen floor.
Living with an alcoholic is exhausting.
Living with an alcoholic is exhausting.
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that sucks.
it's tough, indeed.
i never had to deal with my dad's drinking. i was really young when he realized he had a problem and went to aa.
it affects me though, still, in really suttle ways,