My Sober Date

My sober date of August 25, 1986, was absolutely not my idea. The week before that I had been drunk driving with my four year old son in the car and when I got him home to his mother, from whom I was separated at the time, she made it perfectly clear that if I didn’t do something about my drinking pronto, I was not going to be allowed to see either of our kids. She said I was out of control and dangerous and she was so right.