For the first two years of my son’s life, I was an alcoholic who didn’t drink, but still allowed the disease to run my life. It was a scary time. I never hurt my son physically, but I probably scared him a few times with my anger. Sometimes I just
The other day, I cleaned the boys’ bathroom. It was disgusting. If you have sons, you know what I am talking about. Running to the toilet, barely making it types of messes. Dirt and grime around the sink, and the remnants of soccer practice and recess all over the tub.
A while back, my mom gave me a little sandwich baggie filled with a stack of photos. You know that stack: the one a proud father carries around in his wallet, the one that gets thicker with each passing year as the newest photo is added. The one he pulls
Sadly, this post was removed due to constant and persistent bullying of a family member of the author. This family member would not stop sending both the author and sobermommies harassing emails etc. until she decided to take the post down. This is a very sad day for everyone involved.
I got drunk for the very first time, in a bar, when I was 15 years old. I remember feeling at home immediately. The music was loud, the room was dark and smokey, and everyone looked really happy. I wanted to look happy. So, I sat up at the bar