The mental, physical, spiritual and emotional hell. Weeping and gnashing of teeth. It's really not joke material. If you can laugh at that as all of us have at the house, you're either ignorant or you're escaping the reality of it by laughing at it. I refuse to torment myself with trying to rattle life into someone who's become afraid of it.
Alcoholism is a pathetic, frustrating and de structive thing.
But watching someone try to undo what he did to himself through alcohol as a medium makes me despise liquor. Every second of lifting his floppy sweaty body on to my back to draggin him across to the other room and flopping him down, limp like a fresh corpse I'm full of rage. I hate vodka and want to break the bottle over his fucking skull. He brushes the curtain to one side with his hand and peers into the living room. I can tell he's more together than usual.