And the last time he got this drunk, he almost killed my mom by trying to push her down the stairs. 👍 Let’s just say, i’m far less than pleased that he is this pissed.
This time, there wasn’t much of anything. He went to bed after I helped him get about and undress. Plugged in his phone and gave him loads of water + bucket just in case.
But you know what I hate the most? The fucking people that continually egg others on to drink and the people that do nothing about it. Mf clearly, clearly have had enough to drink. But no, “one more shot, one more shot” and he drank it. Mf could not walk in a straight line unaided.
I believe the responsibilitiy lies within the group because ofc there was people that were drinking, other people that were designated drivers who understood what was going on. Ofc he’s also to blame because he gave in, which makes him the most responsible accordingly.
The worst part, I have no idea if I’m in the right to be mad. I should be fully and only mad at my dad, but i’m mad at everyone involved because in my mind they let the situation develop. No one had the balls (or ovaries, etc) to say, “stop pushing people to drink, you morons”. It is one of the most basic ass human being things i’ve experienced with my irl friends when I first started drinking. No one pushed each other to drink. We got what we wanted and that’s it. And we had that common semse at 18. 18!! They’re old ass adults for crying out loud.
they are also our blood related family. Shouldn’t “family” give a shit about this, especially the designated drivers who had the mental capacity to think for a minute and be like “shit, maybe we should step in. This behaviour is unacceptable” like wtfs?
Maybe i’m blowing this out of proportion. Maybe i’m an undiagnosed autist. Maybe i’m fucking wrong. If i am, PLEASE (unironically) tell me.
I’m 40. I never got the memo about growing up. There was never an adult moment. When I was half my age, life had a lot more promise and that commonality drives a lot of the more balanced interactions. What you can’t really understand at a much younger age is how alone and lonely the world becomes with age for most people. That hopeful promise fades, and with it goes purpose and hope. Dreams and intentions pass you by and mistakes haunt you. This drives many to a hedonistic place of connections with anyone that lets the person return to a carefree time of hopefulness or anywhere but this reality.
He likely lacks meaningful connections and turns to his only social outlet. If he has the depth, he needs a hobby or interest that helps him to connect with more stable people.