I believe that anyone can get out of alcohol’s grasp

Lauren - Springdale, Arkansas
Entered on October 22, 2008
Age Group: Under 18
Themes: addiction

I believe that any one can get out of alcohols grasp. My life was amazing before alcohol entered my dad’s life. My mother planned a marriage after I was born. She wanted this to be her last husband, and was sure of it, too, until the night before the wedding. My father found his way to a bar, leaving us with no trace of where he was! Later, around midnight, we got a call from the police stating my father had wrecked and didn’t know where he was. She opened her eyes to the man she was marrying. Several thoughts went through her head; he’s an alcoholic, he’s a player, he won’t be there for me. Still, she gave him a chance, which soon ended. The court was hard on me, as well as having my dad’s title under my name. My father didn’t see me much after the divorce, until he “won me over”. I went home everyday with my new step mom to greet me. The thing was, I hated her, and she hated me. It worked out fine. Soon later, I got rid of her, not on purpose. My dad wouldn’t stop there, though. He married another lady, with two sons this time. My dad supported us all, giving us the beautiful two story home. I found my new “mommy” to be an alcoholic. They drank away.

Alcohol changed my life so much. We soon lost our big gorgeous house. I barely saw my dad, either. I lost him, too. Every night, if he didn’t work late, he went out to an expensive bar, drinking the finest Bloody Maries and the most exotic Margaritas. He was getting very drunk. We soon lost all our money, too. I don’t think my dad realized, though, that we had lost our happiness long before our wealth.

I would end up staying up late listening to my step mom and dad argue away. How he was wrong, or how she was wrong. The fighting ended around two o’clock. I would pray a very long, long prayer. I would ask God to stop my dad’s problem, and occasionally ask him to make my step mom leave.

My dad got in a large fight with my step mom. They were centimeters from getting a divorce, so they moved out. They ignored each others presence. They just went separate ways, dating other people. I didn’t see my dad for a while, but when I did, things were way better. The split had helped his drinking, and he made it through to the light.

My dad picked me up from my mom’s one evening. He told me something important to anyone who cared. He had been sober for over 8 months and was back with my newly pregnant step mom, turns out they didn’t divorce. I’m glad he actually stopped. Now he has a baby boy. It proves that in the end, anyone can get out of alcohols grasp.