My grandmother was an alcoholic
Anyone who knew her would do a double-take at this and then assume I meant the Canadian one, but no, I'm talking about the other one. You always think of alcoholics as being addicted to the consumption of alcohol, but this grandmother was addicted to the hatred of alcohol.
Her father was an alcoholic, which I suspect caused the trauma resulting in this life-long enmity. There was one time when she talked about alcoholics like they were anyone who wasn't a teetotaller. This obsession of hers had the advantage of being buoyed by sanctimoniousness.
She was on the wrong side of the ocean, so I only saw her for a week or so in the year. I didn't get to know her nearly as well as so many other people did—she was very gregarious. However, being her grandson, there's a chance that I might have known something about her that no one else could understand as well as me.
No, I haven't had any trauma connected to alcohol and my feelings on it are indifferent.
Her father was an alcoholic, which I suspect caused the trauma resulting in this life-long enmity. There was one time when she talked about alcoholics like they were anyone who wasn't a teetotaller. This obsession of hers had the advantage of being buoyed by sanctimoniousness.
She was on the wrong side of the ocean, so I only saw her for a week or so in the year. I didn't get to know her nearly as well as so many other people did—she was very gregarious. However, being her grandson, there's a chance that I might have known something about her that no one else could understand as well as me.
No, I haven't had any trauma connected to alcohol and my feelings on it are indifferent.
51-55, M
