Growing Up With An Alcoholic
It's not fun. At all. I cannot get any more blatent then that.
For those who have an alcohlic parent, you know what I'm talking about. However, it's my mom. She's never abused me physically, except for pouring vodka on me when I was about 7ish. Other then that, nothing. When she lived with us at our old house, it was hell. Always around the same time too, between 5 PM-8, she'd start and she wouldn't stop until she'd pass out with a drink in her hand. On more then occasion, she'd pass out while on the computer, which resulted in her spilling her glasses of wine on the keyboard. One fight I remember is when our heating got turned off because the hot water heater broke. My dad came home and he was, understandibly, aggravated, and my mom started mouthing off to him, so he slapped her drink away and she went to cry in the bathroom. I had to call my sister and she took us (my brother and I) away for a while. Things were cooled off when we got home, and went on as usual.
When we moved into my grandmother's house, (R.I.P nana <3) which is where I'm currently living with my brother and dad, things only got worse. My grandmother and mom NEVER got along, for as long as I can remember. So, my mother being the loving, caring, person she is, decided to go ahead and leave in the middle of my softball game to get as shitfaced as she could. Then, she decided to go home and wake my brother up for some reason, and then get in one of the worst fights ever. I wasn't home yet, as my dad, sister, and I were getting food to bring home. However she called my dad, and informed him that she was leaving. We found out that she was living at her friend's house, in her re-done basement. (It was re-made as a second house kind of thing.)
Which gets us to where I am today. You'd think after all of that I'd hate her, but I don't. I don't because I know that she still loves, my brother, my sister and me. During the school year, when she'd pick us up, she'd usually bring us back to her house and make dinner for us, then my dad would come pick us up. Recently, during the summer, she'd come over our house after work and make dinner for us. However, she recently got a 2nd job and she has to leave at 5, after getting home from her other job, which ends at 2ish. I feel horrible for her because she has to work 2 jobs to support herself, and because she is still drinking. I'm also scared for her, because I don't know how much she is drinking, or how often. One of my number 1 fears is that I'll get a call in the middle of the night saying that she died of alcohol poisoning or something like that.
But yeah, I hope those who have alcoholic in their families can relate in some way.
For those who have an alcohlic parent, you know what I'm talking about. However, it's my mom. She's never abused me physically, except for pouring vodka on me when I was about 7ish. Other then that, nothing. When she lived with us at our old house, it was hell. Always around the same time too, between 5 PM-8, she'd start and she wouldn't stop until she'd pass out with a drink in her hand. On more then occasion, she'd pass out while on the computer, which resulted in her spilling her glasses of wine on the keyboard. One fight I remember is when our heating got turned off because the hot water heater broke. My dad came home and he was, understandibly, aggravated, and my mom started mouthing off to him, so he slapped her drink away and she went to cry in the bathroom. I had to call my sister and she took us (my brother and I) away for a while. Things were cooled off when we got home, and went on as usual.
When we moved into my grandmother's house, (R.I.P nana <3) which is where I'm currently living with my brother and dad, things only got worse. My grandmother and mom NEVER got along, for as long as I can remember. So, my mother being the loving, caring, person she is, decided to go ahead and leave in the middle of my softball game to get as shitfaced as she could. Then, she decided to go home and wake my brother up for some reason, and then get in one of the worst fights ever. I wasn't home yet, as my dad, sister, and I were getting food to bring home. However she called my dad, and informed him that she was leaving. We found out that she was living at her friend's house, in her re-done basement. (It was re-made as a second house kind of thing.)
Which gets us to where I am today. You'd think after all of that I'd hate her, but I don't. I don't because I know that she still loves, my brother, my sister and me. During the school year, when she'd pick us up, she'd usually bring us back to her house and make dinner for us, then my dad would come pick us up. Recently, during the summer, she'd come over our house after work and make dinner for us. However, she recently got a 2nd job and she has to leave at 5, after getting home from her other job, which ends at 2ish. I feel horrible for her because she has to work 2 jobs to support herself, and because she is still drinking. I'm also scared for her, because I don't know how much she is drinking, or how often. One of my number 1 fears is that I'll get a call in the middle of the night saying that she died of alcohol poisoning or something like that.
But yeah, I hope those who have alcoholic in their families can relate in some way.
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firewheels, February 5th, 2009 at 11:04:36am
having alcohol in actually not good, it is also said after getting too much duped one destroy many of his brain cells.
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firewheels, February 5th, 2009 at 11:03:14am
I can relate in every way. My stepdad was an alcoholic and a druggie, he use to physically abuse me, my sister, my brother and my mum. He use to yell at us for everything; If he came into the lounge room and us kids were watching MTV he'd get really really mad, most of the time he was either drunk or stoned. After about 5 or 6 years my mum couldn't take it anymore and threw him out, thats when she and my dad got back together, then my brother died and then my mum died and my sister moved into the city. But the important thing is that my stepdad is out of our lives for good
Aussie! Oi Oi Oi, October 2nd, 2008 at 09:41:18am
I do have parents that drink often, but after reading this, I wouldn't really call them "alcoholics." Maybe, when your mother is sober, try having a talk to her and tell her how you feel about it. Tell her how much it effects you and the rest of your family. Or get someone to help her.
Skippy., September 3rd, 2008 at 04:54:39am
Wow..That's like exactly what is going on with my dad right now :\
My mom kicked him out of the house until he cleans up, cause he's sort of tearing the family apart. I don't know.
I wrote a blog telling stories of what my dad and I used to do together. I printed it off, but I haven't given it to him yet.
Maybe you could try doing that for your mom and she can find some help or something?
Just a thought.
I hope everything works out though. :\
captain america, September 2nd, 2008 at 09:30:09pm
My mom used to drink, a lot. It sucked because she wouldn't drink till she passed out(which I would have preferred), she would drink till she got stupid and couldn't function. If she was passed out I wouldn't have really had to deal with her, I'd just leave her where she was and be done with it for the night.
My mom when she was drunk she'd think that she was in charge of the house, but that completely wasn't true. The only thing she'd do was pay the bills. My and my sibling would clean, cook and all that crap that keeps the house going and functioning properly. So my mother would walk around the house yelling at us to do the dishes when there was like two plates in the sink. I'm sorry you'd had to deal with a messed up mother like I did, I know what it's like.
Yeah thats me..., September 2nd, 2008 at 11:11:21am
My mom grew up with an alcoholic, and I've seen how it affects her, but she's been one of them making it anyway. I know you will too, you're so strong to write a blog about this :]
Lissie!, September 2nd, 2008 at 02:35:37am
I'm so sorry. Watching a person slowly kill themselves can be harder than grieving over a loved one who died. She's lucky that you still love her though and that she still cares a lot about you and your siblings. I've never had to grow up around an alcoholic, but I can relate to being afraid of losing a person to it. It sucks having to worry about them, doesn't it?
You can always make a change though. It's easier said than done, but keep in mind that it's possible to make her stop drinking.
threeam., September 2nd, 2008 at 02:21:12am