My sympathy ends when the disease reaches a certain level.
From what I understand, my grandfather had a severe alcohol problem, and he would abuse my mother (she doesn't talk about him much) as a result of his drinking. He died pretty young, when my mother was 12, but the damage was done. My mother ended up marrying someone just like him. Fortunately, she got divorced pretty fast and married someone a hundred times better.
But I can feel the slightest touch of sympathy in that it does have to come from somewhere. As for my grandfather, I don't know. My mother tells me that his mother was a severe authoritarian who once beat him with a shovel when he came home late for church...I'm no psychiatrist, but I can see how that might screw up a kid.
eta: As those who know me might know, I can put drinks away pretty well myself. But I never drink heavily in front of my mother, even at family gatherings when other relatives are doing it.
Updated On: 7/31/06 at 11:54 PM