I CAN'T FLY THAT KITE TODAY
A Fifth Step unveils a 41-year-old resentment that was stonewalling his spirituality
I AM 49 years old. As far as I can remember, I never drank responsibly. Through college and my early years of marriage, when I drank, I drank to get drunk. My drinking was always to excess and always dangerous.
Like many adult children of alcoholics, I vowed not to become my father. He died a couple of years ago after a life of alcohol abuse. I can never remember a time growing up when I did not see my father either drinking or drunk. Whenever he got plastered, he started picking on me. It affected me and I developed a deep resentment of my dad.