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No Pie in the Sky God

On a drive one day, she had a revelation about her drinking and connected with a Higher Power

Like many of us, I had grown up in an alcoholic household. My dad was a binge drinker – typically once or twice a month he would go out on a binge and although my mom was a great mom she was busy with my dad's alcoholism, cleaning up his messes, worrying about our next meal, the lights staying on, or what people outside saw. My mom was always worried that if people knew he was an alcoholic then that was all he would ever be and we knew he was so much more than that.

My dad made drinking look good, at least to me as a kid. It never occurred to me that most of our family's struggles were a direct result of this disease. When my dad would come home from his binges in the middle of the night, he would wake me up with burritos or subs. We would sing and dance and laugh, we would talk about everything and we would spend time together, just me and him. To a child, these were happy moments, but to my mom they were not. When he came home it meant another sleepless night, more bounced checks and a whirlwind of clean-up that would have to be done. No doubt that the alcoholic life seemed much more attractive to me than that which my mom lived.

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