Well, my wife went away for the weekend...

[Warpy]

28. Addicts lie to everybody, but especially to themselves

My extended family were prodigious drinkers on both sides and a lot of them have died from it, also both sides. There was no way for me to be the one in denial, it's how I grew up.

I've always counted myself very lucky that something sneaked in on a stray gene and I can't drink (red face and migraine, no party, just pain). Oh, I had a brief period when I realized beer could be fun, I was 13. I was over it by 15 and couldn't drink at all by my mid 20s.

I posted the article because anyone who's gotten sober or who has lived with an alcoholic will recognize all this stuff.

I loved the sock on the porch roof. I don't think my ex thought of that one. I did see them in trees and under the garden shed but I left those there. Bad enabler!

My dad bought his favorite poison in half gallon bottles. He had about 3/4 left in one plus a full one when he died. He only made it as far as problem drinking. He was just hedging against another batch of hurricanes that closed his local grog shop for weeks.