As a child, my dad would come home everyday, eat supper and go to bed. I NEVER saw him drink. He did though...I don't know how much. His first marriage ended because of "hibitual drunkeness". This was back in the 1940's. He was 50 years old when I was born and he died at the age of 73 when I was only 22.
He had small strokes starting at around 67 years old and lung problems from smoking.
I wonder everyday if he had not abused his body if I could have had him with me longer.
Just thought I would open this up for sharing .
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Nancy:l
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at least for some physical aspects...? He is one tuff ol SOB! Guess you could say we have a love /hate relationship! I do love him soo much... but, God, he can be so harsh sometimes....
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I probably wanted blood! It was an halfhearted one anyway, he has always tried to brush off his drinking as it wasn't that bad..........we had this great life but he happened to drink. That is not so, I look at my siblings and we all have scars in some way. That's why I think we carry the extra guilt, we can't brush it off and say it doesn't matter if I drink, and we can't say we are just hurting our selves when we drink because it effects all the people around us.
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