BLoved
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It must have been hard for you to hear her ask you to leave. Especially after being there for her for so many years. For giving her that part of yourself and your childhood only to have to tossed back at you. Many people would have thought of that as their mother choosing something/someone over them.
I didn't think of her choosing someone over me.
I thought of it as losing the only parent I had left.
How did you deal with it when she told you to go? Where did you go?
I stayed with friends for about a week, then found a job and an apartment.
I found out much later that my mother had regretted her decision, and had hoped I'd return. However, we didn't talk for several months after that, and I never moved back.
have been heart breaking to see this man, this person who was supposed to lead and care for your family, lead both of them to addiction. Have you ever wondered why it was that out of the three of you you were the one who never picked up? Or did you pick up for a short time before you realized the path you were on?
At the age of 13 I came to realize if I was ever to learn what my father would have taught me had he lived, I was going to have to learn it on my own.
It gave me a sense of purpose, a sense of self, a sense of autonomy. In a sense, I was my own father. In many ways I am still on that path, having come to realize there is no end to learning, it is a life-long process.
In my early 20s my apartment was a going concern: a party every night. Lots of booze, and I consumed a fair share of it.
I cut back when I realized one night that my speech was slurred. I hated that. Communication was always important to me, and intoxicating myself to the point where I couldn't talk clearly annoyed the hell out of me.
Shortly after I met my first Beloved, and she expressed a concern that I might not be able to control my drinking.
I took the 26-ounce bottle of rum I'd just bought, opened it up, and poured it down the toilet.
Then I stopped drinking entirely for three years.
I finally broke my fast with a liqueur at Christmas.
Since then I rarely drink, maybe two beer in the summer, a few liqueur around Christmas and other causes for celebration, that's it.
I never drink and drive, and as I was always the driver when my wife lived, that ruled out drinking at parties and family get-togethers.
While I've been given one or two bottles of liqueur each Christmas, most of them remain sealed.
I bought a case of Heineken three years ago, and so far have had four of them.
I don't like getting drunk, and it takes very little for me to start feeling the effects. If I drink at all, it is strictly for the flavour (which is why I prefer liqueur over most any other kind of alcohol).