Joe90 wrote:
Ugh, I hate drunk boyfriends. Or any drunk people really. I don't see the appeal of getting drunk. It's idiotic.
Sorry, just my opinion.
You’re not the only one, Joe90.
My parents, both who are now deceased, came from broken homes. They never drank alcohol of any kind.
Mom had it worst while growing up. Her father and grandfather, were the town drunks. She took all kinds of abuse, except sexual abuse, growing up. What’s worse, her father and grandfather ran a speakeasy. Granted, her father saw action in WW II. I saw the bullsh!t firsthand she endured whenever Mom, Dad, my brothers and I paid a visit to his residence. It was particularly bad on Christmas Eve, which was his birthday. We’d get to his place before we went to church for midnight services, and he’d be 9 sheets to the wind. After I graduated college, and went to work in my dad’s convienience store, I finally had enough of grandpa’s bullsh!t. I left him know, in no uncertain terms, what I thought of him and his actions, and stormed out of his house, and of his life. To this day, I can’t stand the sight, or even the smell of alcoholic beverages. Whenever my church offers communion, the at least offer wine or grape juice. I always go for the grape juice, precisely because of the bullsh!t grandpa did to mom, dad and my brothers and I.