Re: there is no perfect person

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there is no perfect person (maybe brangelina?) but it is what it is. We learn by our mistakesFrom: Theresa Gottlieb <theresagottlieb@...> < >Sent: Wed, December 1, 2010 8:26:47 PMSubject: Re: [ ] Living with Hepatitis C: Is an Occasional

Drink Okay?

I find it so sad that people don't realize the damage they do when they are under the influence of alcohol. My mother did irreparable harm. My father died when I was 17 and I no longer had a port in a storm. I remember promises not kept and money stolen. Serious money stolen. Things I can forgive but cannot let go of completely. Those images keep me from following in her footsteps. Granted, I will not lie to you and tell you I have never drank nor that I do not ever drink now.. On occasion, it happens. Rarely. But never to that extent.

Hugs,Teri On Wed, Dec 1, 2010 5:54 PM, Studio Reflections <studio.reflections@...> wrote:

Teri,

I can feel every word you have said here. Granted I didn't go in to specific child abuse from her (emotional and physical), but because of her, I never touched alcohol and I kept a very close watch on my kids when they were growing up. Whereas some people follow in their parents footsteps, I did not. I would think that stories like yours and mine would help people who need to get off of it, I would hope. It's poison.

Hugs, a

-- Re: [ ] Living with Hepatitis C: Is an Occasional Drink Okay?

My mother was/is an alcoholic. From as far back as my early childhood I can remember her with a damn drink and the trouble it caused. The fights between her and my father that lead to a divorce.. her fault.. totally her fault. Her stupid decisions and her inability to control money... alcohol related. Her inability to have a conversation with me or anyone without it turning into a fight because she had to be right and she always wanted a fight. Not good memories at all. My mom had a few heart attacks a couple of years ago. She had to stop drinking. Thank God. I have a different set of problems with her now but at least her being smashed isn't one of them. Growing up with an alcoholic sucked. Being an adult with an alcoholic mother wasn't much fun either. There were a lot of tears and not happy tears either. My mother was self absorbed and self centered

and only cared about where that next drink was coming from. She was a mean drunk as well. Vicious.

I married an alcoholic the first time.. surprise? Life there was no fun either. He was verbally, mentally and physically abusive. I spent way too many years married to him but I was afraid to get out. When I finally did, the damage had been done. Both to me and to my precious son. A son who told me just 2 days ago that he hasn't spoken with his dad in almost 2 years... and he has no problems with that either.

The reason I am telling you guys all of this? Pouring my soul out in a way I haven't before... I sense that there are some underlying alcohol issues here... I'm sure the people that need to read this are reading quietly. Several of us have become verbal about alcohol and Hep C... I just got verbal about alcohol and life in general.. as did Gloria. There is no place for alcohol in a diseased liver. Not unless you want to die. There is no nice way to put that... Hep C and alcohol just don't mix. After treatment, your liver will start to heal and regenerate itself.. That process can take 8 years or more. Would you want to go thru treatment and have your liver start to heal only to bombard it with more alcohol? Just sayin.....

This isn't directed to anyone in particular... If it applies to you then I hope it gives you some insight.

Hugs,Teri

On Wed, Dec 1, 2010 at 12:38 AM, Gloria <gadamscan@...> wrote:

This is sadly the truth!! The last 5 yrs of my drinking were absolute hell! I sure did not like me very much; but, couldn't figure out that the common denominator was ALCOHOL. In every other aspect of my life, I was fine; but, let me have one drink and absolutely nobody, me included, knew where it would end up.

To this very day, I am sooo very grateful that I quit in time. My son, who is 31 now, doesn't really remember my drinking. He was my greatest incentive to find the strength to quit too. There has not been one day of my sobriety that I can say, that a drink would have made it better.

Also, my son is very aware that he probably has the addiction gene. As a teenage, he experimented a whole lot with drugs and alcohol. But, he was able to get beyond that. His addictive nature really comes out, though, when it comes to himself. Nobody could be harder on him than he is himself. OH, just typing that has given me an idea!! I should try very hard to get him to look at his situation using the 12 steps. It might help him to stop beating up on himself.

Gloria

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