I want to take the time tonight to talk about extreme alcoholics. Reasons being under a unfortunate event that happened tonight. Also go into reasons why I very rarely ever pickup a bottle. Let's begin shall we.
From a young age, at least 4yo earliest I can remember concerning this topic, I always knew my father was a mean and angry person. Knew he could be violent person even though I rarely witnessed it while my parents were still together. Only later to learn he used to beat my mother while intoxicated. Which him being overly intoxicated was a daily routine between 15-21 years ago, even longer for sure just don't have memories of it.
After my uncle, mother's brother, had bern released from prison he changed his routine. Went from abusive husband to abusive father. Now my memory isn't great between head trauma around age 7 and what my mind just blocked out. But plenty still remain of his intoxicated rage. Not entirely sure who received worse beatings out of his kids. But do know my half-brother, 
Remember not to long after my parents split my father drunk in the middle of the day. I was in my room and he had come in and held me against the wall by my throat. Don't know he tried to kill me or what. But do know I had passed out from lack of air.
Which I should by all means today hate the man for all the abuse, but I don't. Just hate everything he represents and believes in. But for the past 8 years or so he's been an overall sober man. Occasionally has a drink but never gets drunk, especially how he used to.
Now my mother's current husband is also an alcoholic. He was never as bad as my father was. Nor is he a violent drunk. But nowadays he tends to drink majority of most days. Sometimes it's all he drinks is beer. He has been for a while been being a more irritated and pissy attitude drunk. Heavily forgetful when drinking and the disease he suffers from, alcohol related needless to say.
Tonight he counted his packs of cigarettes and either miscounted or lost a pack somewhere. I'm already headed to bed and all that good stuff. Has my mom come tell me to either give up the pack or don't come back (another story for another day). As in my last Real Talk entry I used be a petty thief. He is one that can't get over that and that I don't do that anymore.
He doesn't know it but he makes my mom miserable with his extreme case of alcohol use. Seeing as he is far from the man she had married I can see why besides his alcohol use. Anyway that alone pisses me off. Would anyone really.
Now onto why I rarely touch a bottle. My biggest influence on that is my father. No child should grow up with any kind of abuse. Other influence is my step-father and how, throughout my teenage years, it affected him. But overall I don't want to turn out like either one of them. One who was violent or the other one lazy and poor choices. I'm far from either one while drinking. But I always caution myself to avoid getting to drunk. Mainly because I don't wanna hear a story about what I done. Or wake up in a drunk tank. Only one time I drank a lot. At a birthday party for my best friend and I in a hotel room. Lucky for me I passed out on a bed.
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