Alcoholism and how it Affected Me
I was 4 years old when I realized my mother was an alcoholic. I can remember walking home from school with my older brother just hoping she was not passed out already. I never knew how it affected me until now. Alcoholism is a family disease and most people don't understand what it does to a family, unfortunately I do.
My mother was a black out alcoholic and was running our family into the ground. She had a tough life and the only way she knew how to cope with it was through alcohol. She was a single mother of two. My brother James was 9 years old and I was 4. That's when I started to understand what was going on. He tried his hardest to hide it from me but I was to smart for my own good. He would tell me we were going to play hide and seek and that I need to find the best hiding place ever. For me that was in the closet behind all of the clothes. I would hear things falling and people yelling but never went to investigate what was really going on. Every so often he would walk by the closet and pretend like he was looking for me but soon I realized that he was just making sure that I could not see what was going on.
It was July 21, 1990 when my brother could no longer hide her alcoholism from me. I can remember it like it was yesterday. I was playing outside with some of the neighbor kids and I went inside to get something to drink. She stopped me at the door and asked me if I loved her. I told her that I did she started to cry. The smell of her breath caught me off guard. I asked her what she was drinking and she told me soda. Mom can I have some, I asked as I was closing the refrigerator door. I turned and she was lying on the floor. I was so scared. I yelled for my brother and he ran inside. He told me to go find the best hiding place ever but I refused. What's wrong with her James, I asked but he was silent. My mother had passed out right in front of me. She started to vomit and my brother...