My dad is an alcoholic, and I believe I’m slowly turning into one, as every other day I’ll sit in my truck and go through half a pint of e&j. My pop is a functioning alcoholic, as he can and will drink for a few hours, get drunk, and then be in the bed by 7:30. He’ll get right on up at 4 am, and go to work like it’s nothing. He gets off at 3, then will start drinking around 5.
Me, I used to be so scared of alcohol due to seeing my dad drinking every day. I didn’t drink my first drink until 22, but that first drink I had was some moonshine in Tennessee at a U of T party, and it went down pretty smooth, so I kept drinking and became a social drinker. Anytime I went to an event of some sort, I had to be drunk. I wasn’t really drinking much though, and didn’t really start drinking much until I got laid off 3 years ago. The stress was killing me, and I felt less of a man because my fiancé was making real good money just like I was, but I became somewhat intimidated. Every time she’d ask me if she’d need to cover the check or pay such and such bill, it would hurt. I needed something to clear my mind, and liquor did that. One of the best feelings is being drunk; I can’t explain it. I’m a happy drunk too. I’m not an alcoholic yet, but I do go through a half a pint every other night. I can kill a bottle of crown or E&J. Whenever my boy is in the city, I get damn stupid. I’m lowkey thankful to the Lord I haven’t gone to jail on public intoxication or some shyt like that. One thing I can say is I’ve never let my daughter see me drunk, and I promised myself and my fiancé I’d never let her see me in that state. I used to hate seeing my daddy like that, I’ll be damned if I do that to her.
My advice to people is, alcohol is dangerous and be careful with it. If you haven’t started, then don’t. If you have, try not to allow yourself to drink when going through something.