People always wonder why I don’t drink or have the desire to drink. Once my house was broken into and the thieves well I don’t know what they wanted. The things I found missing were batteries, rice, meat, alcohol and my big bag to put it all in. If I remember correctly not so sure about the meat one. However, I wasn’t even phased by the missing alcohol. The only reason I bought it was for guests when they came over and even then most of my guests didn’t drink because I wouldn’t drink. They thought was weird I would drink a glass of juice or tea to their wine or liquor. All about fitting in I guess but they really started to drink mostly non alcoholic beverages around me. I thought it was a kind gesture even though I had the liquor if they wanted. So how did a girl like me whose family has a history of alcoholism (my grand papa did also I heard) end up not liking alcohol, for that exact reason I saw the destruction it could do if used in excess. Here is one specific example of how alcohol has ruined my life.
My sister a known alcoholic, even attended a AA meeting with her once or twice for support because she was a mean vicious drunk. We have had many arguments around her drinking. She knows I don’t like it when she drinks because she can be so mean, she actually apologized once as one of the 12 steps for all of the horrible things she has said to me. Really these statements made by sister when in this mood will, can and are able to beat you down so emotionally that being around her is impossible. So much so her daughter came to me once and asked to live with me. I talked and discussed it with some people but in the end I remember telling her daughter you can’t live me unless I have your mothers approval and I don’t think I will have that. I thought it would ruin our already fragile sister bond that we had. I could see the expression on her face because it was the same I had entering my sisters house what hell do I have to endure today? She over time has reduced her drinking and is a Buddhist and her behavior has improved dramatically because of it. So we stuck with it, but did we really, we all three are living in three different states at the moment. Now I called, emailed, and text’d and told her I was writing this in my blog because I learned the hard way about mentioning something about someone without telling them in person is a bad mistake. So with all honesty my sentiments are still the same I don’t like being around a bad drunk.