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Originally Posted by T-310
Thanks. I went through all the phases of this loss and have come to the conclusion that you can't help anyone unless they want it. Clearly he didn't want it. He had been dried out no less than three times.
I don't drink. It is hereditary. My mother claims no alcoholism on her side and my father refuses to talk about it which I believe is wrong.
And it helps to talk about it.
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You are absolutely right! I was married to their Dad for 21 yrs. and with him 4 yrs. prior to the marriage. We both were stupid and drank and did drugs until I almost died at age 25. I was stupid and did illegal drugs and maybe refused to believe if I did them in moderation, nothing could happen to me. Well, when my throat began to close, I called a friend that was a nurse anesthetist and she told me to take a double dose of Benadryl and that probably saved my life. We did drugs on the weekends occasionally. It was stupid, stupid, stupid! I never touched a drug after that experience and my husband also quit drugs at the same time. It was a blessing in disguise and I was lucky that it didn't kill me. Maybe the fact that my brain was fully developed at that time, made me be able to see the consequences of my stupid actions. I don't know. The illegal drug that we took was called crank back then. It was speed. I knew then how stupid we had been for many years and how lucky we were to be alive. I had an allergic reaction to a chemical in it.
I was foolish in believing my husband would eventually quit the booze. I left him twice because of it. He went to AA and got sober and I went back to him both times and both times after no more than 3-6 months, he went back to the booze.
He's the nicest and most outgoing person you'd ever want to meet. He was a happy drunk except the two times I left him. He never laid a hand on the kids. His booze was his priority in life, not me and the kids. The boys would ask what was wrong with Daddy and I'd tell them that he drank too much alcohol and to go an play in their rooms. I told him they wanted to know what was wrong with him and he did slow down on getting drunk so often. He refused to see he had a problem and would just switch between bourbon and beer. That was his way of "controlling" his drinking. His whole immediate family were alcoholics.
I left him when the boys were 11 and 18. I was married, but in reality, I was single. He was not an active father in their lives. He only did what he "had" to do as a parent as everything else in his life came secondary to the booze.
Without going into a book over this. He wouldn't let me take the boys when I left. My older son went to college for 2 years and was thrown out because he partied too much and his GPA plummeted. He moved into the Frat house at his father's coaxing in his 2nd yr. He moved back in with hid dad. He re-married a woman and they threw the older one out of the house and he got an apartment. My younger son loved the new wife at first, but began hating living there.
I was going to buy a house and my younger son said he didn't want to leave the school district, so I bought a house in his school district. When he told his Dad that he wanted to come and live with me, he came home from school one day and all of his clothes were bagged up on the front porch. They wouldn't let him in the house and told him to go live with your Mother. I went and picked him up and he lived with me. He was 13 when this happened and he disowned our boys because of it and choosing his new wife's family over his own sons.
He tried to go and see and apologize to his dad, but they wouldn't answer the door. He would call and talk to the wife and she'd tell him that his dad wasn't ready to talk to him. I called and tried to talk to him, but always got her. This 13 y/o kid cried his eyes out so many nights wanting his dad.
It got to the point where she blocked my phone #. Later when we got cell phones, she blocked his cell. He asked me to give him my cell and he put it on speaker so I could hear what went on. He called and she answerer and as soon as she heard is voice, she started humming? So he called again and it immediately disconnected.
He ran into them at the grocery store once and his dad turned his back on him and refused to speak with him. He was about 17 when this happened.
Fast forward to my son being 20 y/o and in the Navy. He found out that the wife had died, so he called his dad and he FINALLY spoke to him after 7 long years. They made amends 6 months before my son died.
I was engaged during those years and my son did have my fiance as a positive male role model and a mentor from church and also his best friend's Dad.
I know for a fact that his fathers disowning him during the most formative years when he needed a dad the most had MAJOR emotional impacts on him.
The night he died, his father came here and went out onto my back porch and screamed his head off. I wanted to go and strangle him for having the audacity to show such grief for a child that he had only reconnected with 6 months prior to his death. All throughout the week of the funeral he kept saying what a good job WE did in raising such a fine son. Anyone who knew my son knew that his father was absent in his life 7 year prior to his death.
I can turn the other cheek and me and my family were more than cordial to him during the funeral process. I even talk to him now and he continues to take credit for raising good sons and I'll just let him live in his alcohol induced world.
Do I blame him for being an absent parent? Sometimes, but I also know that I could have been in my son's shoes 30 some years ago because I was stupid when I was young.
I have forgiven him for what he did to me, but my heart isn't ready to forgive what he did to my sons yet.
I was a good parent and at times I blame myself asking if I could have been better. I've been told by his mentor that I was the rock in his life. I was told by his Navy officers that I raised a fine young man.
By me telling the truth about this whole situation, I'm trying to show that young people make mistakes and possibly part of it is due to the brain not being completely mature until age 25.
I'm trying to get the point across that he took legal drugs and died because he mixed it or them with booze.
I'm trying to make the point to judgmental adults that drink and get drunk aren't smarter than someone who takes a legal or illegal drug.
Getting drunk cause many, many problems in the world because of the stupid actions it causes adults to do. Because someone drinks to excess and are an adult over the age of 25, are they any better than a kid that does illegal or legal drugs. In my mind, it's something to ponder because I saw the effects of alcoholism in my husband for the 25 years I was with him. And before any judgements are made one me staying with him, I have no regrets because my sons are/were my biggest blessings in life.
I'm sorry for going on, but I'm trying to show there's always more sides to the story than what we think.