Not You, Dad
A backhanded compliment
I had the biggest backhanded compliment paid to me recently. My sixteen-year-old son, who has never seen me drinking, said he did not believe me when I told him what I was like when I was drinking. A typical teenager, my son thinks any advice I give him has no relevance in today's world.
I came to Alcoholics Anonymous in my early twenties. Already a chronic alcoholic, I was out of work and one week away from a divorce. I had been living a rough life on the streets for six months, playing my guitar in bars for enough drinking money to get the oblivion that alcohol brought me. In the...
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