I am starting my first BBQ thread on a subject that I despise.
I haven’t read Dr. Jeckell and Mr. Hyde. I can totally see where the idea comes from though. I saw it in my father last night, as well as other nights. My father is a once to twice a week alcoholic, he has been for the past 6+ years. I still live at home, with my fiance, because I’m trying to pay off my bills and hopefully save up for a home of our own. This might not happen though, because quite frankly I’m sick of living with this shit.
During last night:
Several times last night, between 10-11, my father pounded on my door; he wanted to talk or something-I don’t know, I was trying to sleep. He knows this, but figures since he’s drunk that whatever it is he has to talk about is VASTLY more important than me getting a full night of sleep to be up for work at 5 the next morning.
I didn’t get the door. I just ignored it.
At around 130 am I hear a pounding on my window. Actually I think it was the screen to my window because that makes the distinctive sound I heard. I was disoriented as I got up and poked my head to the window. I said “Hello?”, I thought I had just heard something-it could have been the wind.
Nope. It was my father, who said, “lemme in”.
I was still a little confused and I said, “don’t you have your keys?”.
To which he replied, rather loudly, “lemme in you asshole”. Right. Whatever. So I close the window and go to the door. I open it and say, “why did you call me an asshole”. He said “because you are one.”
I then said, “You know, I was asleep, you are the asshole”.
To which he retorted, “Fuck you”. I replied right back to him with the same words, and then added, “You don’t effect anyone when your drunk, huh”. I turned around and went to my room. Night over.
My father has this thing. Everyone makes it quite well known that they don’t like his drinking. My father always says, “it only effects me”. Now don’t think that last night was my only example of his effecting me, or for that matter my mother and my fiance. In any event, when he is drunk, he is Mr. Hyde. When he is sober he is Dr. Jeckell. When he’s sober he’s nice to be around, he’s great. But I can not take anymore of his bullshit drinking. If he wants to drink himself to death, fine. I’ve passed the point of trying to get him to stop. After years of pestering, interventions, and AA meetings, I have slowly realized the only one who is going to get him to stop, is himself.
Fuck his shit, fuck him.