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Monday, January 03, 2005

Alcoholic? Yeh, Read This Shit

So, you know I mentioned to you that my husband said I was a cheap drunk and bought me my favorite bottle of Arbor Mist on New Years Eve. Well, I had a bunch of that shit left and since he thinks having a glass now and then would calm my nervous bitchy self down I am having me a glass right now. Alcoholism runs horrid in my family, this is one reason I have never favored drinking AT ALL because I am scared I will turn into your typical alcoholic and loose my husband, house, child and job. Do you think I am being a little too dramatic or should I pour the shit out?

Let me know what you think?

To give you a little background. My dad who says he is not an alcoholic because he doesn't drink to get drunk has had a least 2 beers every night for the last 10 years.

My dad's father was an alcoholic, so bad that he never had a drivers license and walked everywhere he went. He would sneak it. My dad's mom was hit by a drunk driver when he was 3 years old and was paralized from the waste down because of it. He would sneak out and get drunk and be gone for days. He never had a job that I know of. He got killed 5 years ago walking to the store to get cigarettes. He got ran over by an oncoming car. Even though he was an alcoholic I loved him very much. He was always very sweet to me and loved me a lot.

My dad's brother also has no drivers license because he is an alcoholic. He has been in jail literally 500 times. He has had 3 heart attacks from drinking so much and is on deaths door. He has never had a job for more than a month. He lives in a trailer with his fat ass wife and her half dead parents along with his 2 kids and their wives and husbands and kids. I despise all of them.

My dad's sister was addicted to speed. Not the real thing..no, not that. The kind you buy at the local truck stop in the little packs. So addicted that she took them for 20 years all the time and it rotted her teeth and made her look like hammered ass. When I was about 9 years old she "ran off" with the local carnival that came to town and left her 2 kids that were about 3 and 1 at the time and might I mention had different daddies. She never returned until about 1 month ago. My paralyzed grandmother raised the oldest one and the other one went to the daddy's sister until she was 16 and so uncontrollable that they gave up their rights of custody.

My dad's mother was a lying, cheating stealing stark raving psycho. Yes, the paralyzed one. Once while I was in high school she had the local agency that helps disabled people bring her to Wal-Mart to go shopping. I worked at that Wal-Mart. She got caught shop lifting and told the security guard that I was her granddaughter and that I would take her home. I told the security guard that I did not want anything to do with her and they carted her off to jail. She was total and complete scum and did horrible and mean things to my father when he was a kid. Things that were so horrific that I have seen my daddy cry on more than one occassion. She was a mean and horrible person. She died 2 years ago of brain poisoning due to bed sores that she had from never making an attempt to get out of bed in the 40+ years she was paralized.

Wow. That is pretty fucked up huh? All is true I swear on my life. Maybe I should pour this shit out RIGHT now.





link | posted by Pissy Britches at Monday, January 03, 2005

2 Comments:

Blogger Jerry The Geek commented at 8:46 PM~  

Oh dear!

Well, if you are drinking while posting this, I think you should stick with a winning combination.

On the other hand, if you were drinking while you were posting "previous" entries, I think you should give it up forever and ever.

Anything to get rid of the psycho font colors, Ma'am.
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Dang, it gave me a headache!

I think you have some interesting, funny things to say. I'm not sure, 'cause of the headache. (See above)

On the other hand, if the story-of-your-relatives-lives was really as screwy as you describe, I can't see how you could stand to be around them, if you were sober. Wow! Compared to yours, my family is Mary Poppins.

Blogger Pissy Britches commented at 8:50 PM~  

HA. Your right about the crazy ass fonts. I need to stop that shit don't I. Sorry as hell about that.

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