Drinking

1 year ago I got too drunk at a wedding, grabbed my sister Liz, and pulled her down with me. From this, she suffered an ample sized wound on her arm. Liz has asked me not to drink several times in the past year. I have said that I will stop, but I have always failed. I “love” alcohol, and many times one drink is too tempting for me to pass up.

This substance affects the way I feel. So, what I truly love is not the alcohol itself, but the way it makes me feel. This is an important distinction, because there are other ways I can feel better that isn’t so hurtful to others. Why do I choose the easy route at the expense of hurting others? Because I am lazy at the expense of those I love.

I never meant to hurt anybody, only myself, and not permanently or anything. But now I’ve hurt others in a big way. In the past, people have pointed out to me that I am “too nice;” why doesn’t this attribute manifest in the way I treat my own family?