last summer, my cousin mentioned to me that my father had stopped drinking because the doctor had told him he had to.
"We'll see how long that lasts," I'd replied.
My dad is an alcoholic. Has been an active drinker my whole life; has caused all the attendant emotional damage that alcoholic parents do.
Two days ago I was talking to my mother, and she said, "Your dad hasn't had a beer in eight months. I'm so proud of him."
Pride? From the woman who's insisted my whole life that my father did not have a drinking problem?
But that's not what really bothered me. I was telling my oldest friend this story, and she nailed it.
"If it was so easy asshole, why didn't you do it before?"
My guess is that the doctor had some grave news that scared the shit out of my dad. Because sobering up for your family isn't motivation enough.