I have my boys here every weekend, and usually I have a couple glasses of wine while frying up our steaks on Saturday night. I don't get drunk, but usually have a bit of a buzz on.
Tonight, we discussed how I wasn't going to drink for a while because it may be contributing to my depression,
As I was forcing our ten-year-old to clean his plate, he joked, "I like you better when you're drunk."
I responded, "What a coincidence. I also like you better when I'm drunk!"
It was just one of those warm, fun moments when we insult each other. Life has some good bits too. I need to remember that.
The best thing about hitting rock bottom is that everything after that looks fucking fabulous!
I like your boys (thought about their poster when I was in bed this morning, wondering if I should roll over and sleep longer!). I like your honesty with them. Cutting down drinking (no more than one for me) really helped keep myself out of that shitty place where I wanted to end it. Now that I've got the habit established, I rarely drink more than one. And I enjoy the beer now, I don't use it for escape like I used to.
ETA: My family still lovingly insults each other
[This message edited by tesla at 7:16 AM, May 26th (Sunday)]
I think it's great how you discuss this stuff with your kids. I think it shows you're a real person with real problems and handling them in a good way. Great role model for them.
All I learned from my parents was how to avoid expressing emotion and talking about anything. Example: They quietly gave me a book - and fled the room - instead of having the sex talk.
As a result, when it comes time to discuss difficult things with the boys, I have no idea how a reasonable parent does it. So I just shoot from the hip, and my boys seem to respond to that.
That has actually proven true of a few guys I've brought home over the years.
In my family we say "teasing is our love language" quickly followed by "if we don't tease you, it probably means we don't like you
It was like that w/XH, too. That I miss ...