R this is for you. My lovely sister is an alcoholic. The sister I looked up to. The sister who was a nurse helping others for 40 years. The sister who has a lovely home / husband / 3 lovely daughters and 4 lovely grandchildren. The sister who retired from work just after me. The sister who came with me to garden centres and for lunch out. Apparently she has been an alcoholic for over 10 years. Her behaviour was the reason her daughter and partner and grandchild moved out of their house. Her behaviour is the reason that the same daughter will be homeless as she’s split from the childrens father and has to move out of her flat. She was hoping to move back home but can’t now. Her behaviour is the reason her middle daughter no longer visits with her 2 children. After much ado her husband has taken the car keys off her so at least she’s not putting anyone else at risk now. Now she walks down the hill into town every single day ( when she previously walked nowhere) and now (lowest of the low ) SHE HIDES BOTTLES OF GIN BEHIND THE YELLOW SALT BIN HALF WAY UP THE HILL. Yes sister I have seen you doing this and put food colouring in the bottle to make you think. And yes sister I have checked the bottle to see how much you have drunk. The alcohol services can’t engage with you until you admit it. You will not admit it. Even when your youngest daughter has filmed you plastered on the settee at school pick up time. Even when your eldest grandson got a bottle of water out of the fridge and swigged it but it was gin. Yet you said it was him over reacting. Even when you were pissed in the garden in a tent and had wet yourself. I wanted to remove the gun bottles as I’m scared one of the passing school children may pick it up. But alcohol services say to leave it there as it’s safer for you. It’s all about you. Obv.
I’m thoroughly ashamed of you. And so would mum and dad be. Luckily they aren’t around to see how you behave.
Your eyesight is affected. You are not eating right. You look thin and ill.
You daughters all have problems that they would love to share with you and ask for your help with but they can’t. One daughter has a particularly awful problem they really need help with. Cos they never know when you will be drunk. I’d love to share things with you. But again I never know if you are drinking or not. I’ve been your excuse for so long. You called round with a plant for me or some food for me. And stood on my doorstep. When really it was an excuse for you to swig the gin in your car on the way round.
Alcohol services say you need to reach out for yourself. Well it will be too late if you ever do. Cos you’ve ruined your children and grandchildren’s lives and ruined mine too. I do hope the gin was worth it. We are all willing to support you. You can afford a private rehab unit. But you won’t admit it.
From your sister. Aged 61. And very sad.