My mother was an alcoholic also, except she never quit. Back then in the old days things weren't talked about, so we, as children, were groomed to keep quiet.

My Daddy was a sweet man, though. He would sneak my brother and I out once a week to a local Alateen meeting. Mom thought we were going to help ourselves with our own problems (I was maybe 11 or 12). Didn't matter, they were great people, and I learned alot!

I hope you find a strong support system, and know there are people out there (and here) who care!


Dee