Boy did this come at an awkward time. Yesterday would've been my Dad's 81st birthday. He was an alcoholic and I was his enabler. Why? I bought him his booze to avoid him getting into his truck and driving to the liquor store possibly killing himself or someone else. Years of guilt followed me. I haven't cried all weekend (my mom's anniversary was Friday) and this thread has brought on the water works. Crying is supposed to be very cleansing, so I guess I needed it.

I am also a recovering alcoholic. And the letter is correct, arguing and fighting over it does nothing. It takes hitting rock bottom before an alcoholic will admit his problem and get help. Unfortunately, my father hit rock bottom years ago and it was HIS choice to stay there till he "cruised on outta here".