2012 August. I drove him and daughter in law in his white Escalade to celebrate his birthday, age 30. I was the designated driver.
I remember the young girls bartending that night. He made a comment to the blonde very pretty bartender about how white her teeth were. She was reticent, a quiet personality. The other woman tending was rough mean acting.
The guy Dave Cervantes gave me his phone number.
I danced by myself in the crowd of drunken people.
14 years ago this August.
I don't know when my son started drinking alcohol. Not sure how old he was .
Didn't realize when he was 30 that he was drinking so much probably daily.
I was 23 in 1984 when I began drinking beer. Some classmate in the school I was attending for computer programming showed me how to drink beer. Prior to that I was shy and reticent, insecure, scared afraid of people.
I quit drinking in 2003. October. No particular reason. No one else's decision but mine. No pressure no promises no deadline no real goal. I just quit. 19 years of it.
Life has still been a bitch without alcohol. Nothing got better at home or with jobs or relationships.
The good thing that happened when I drank was I learned to open up instead of holding everything inside. I began to stand up for myself.
The good thing that happened when I quit was saving my body from alcohol destruction.
I wonder when he started drinking and when he's going to quit, if ever.
He's almost 44 and still hitting the bottle, bottles
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