Sweet Drunken Lies

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A little while ago, I sat down with this woman to talk about her life. She told me that her story was a bit sad and bitter, and for a moment, I did not believe it. It was after when I realized that she actually meant it, she meant it when she said there was no happy ending. It was hard to understand, but at the same time, it was all crystal clear. Her mother was an alcoholic. She died when se was only 61 years old, and left a family full of memories and love behind (Arango). That woman is my mom, and that alcoholic, the most generous and toughest person I know, was my grandmother.
There are innumerable stories like mine, stories about shattered families, and broken homes, stories about alcoholics and their struggle. Alcoholism is a disease that not only affects the alcoholic, but also the people who surrounds them. It is just as hard to live with alcoholism, as it is to live with an alcoholic. It is a disease of uncertainty— it ends up taking away the life of the one who suffers from it, and destroys the people around him or her. “If you have alcoholism, you can’t constantly predict how much you are going to drink, how long you’ll drink, or what consequences will occur from your drinking” (Mayo Clinic Staff). This is one of the reasons why relatives of alcoholism become co-dependent. Co-dependency is development of a dependency on the necessities or wishes of another, in this case, the alcoholic, and it is a very common psychological condition among those surrounded by addicts (Arango). For co-dependents and alcoholics, there are several support and coping systems, like AA (Alcoholics Anonymous), and Al-Anon. The sad thing is, an alcoholic never recovers. They may be able to get sober, and remain sober for as long as they live, ...

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...und out that my grandmother was an alcoholic. She spent her entire life living up to that poison, and to a woman who was supposed to be her mother. And even though she had to clean up her messes, and pick her up anytime she felled, she still loved her, and she still misses her to this day (Arango). And I never had a grandmother because of it. She died so young, and I was too little to even remember those few moments we were able to spend together. And this changed me; it changed all of us. But from stories like this is that we learn. We learn what is right in life, and we learn that it is not our fault that we had to live up to it. But we also learn to love, we learn to forgive, and learn to only follow the steps that are worth taking, not those that the vodka commercial wants us to follow, but those we know will make us great, even without a drink in our hands.
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