In advance, this is long…
My parents are in their late sixties and are functioning alcoholics. They start drinking every evening around 5pm, by 9/10pm they are asleep/passed out, yet they are up at dawn the next morning, cooking, baking, gardening, exercising, baby-sitting for my siblings, etc. They don’t seem to get hangovers or suffer many ill effects. They have no recollection of conversations they’ve had while drunk and sometimes have ‘unexplained’ injuries from falling/hitting off things.
I live a couple of hours drive away. I have small children and pre-covid I used to visit them every couple of months, and stay in their house. I had to stop doing this and cut down the visits and stay in a hotel because I didn’t want my children being exposed to their drinking. Early evening, they slur their words, and repeat themselves. By 8pm, they have arguments about things that happen decades ago, sometimes they trip and fall down the stairs. Yet the next day they are storybook grandparents baking, painting and engaging with their grandchildren.
At home, I’ve stopped answering the phone to them in the evenings as they are either maudlin or vindictive on the phone. Sometimes they complaint that the neighbours are spying on them, sometimes they moan at me for not visiting more frequently. There is always an undercurrent of aggro, yet sober they are salt of the earth.
Every couple of months, I try speaking to them about their drinking. Usually tiptoeing around it. Telling them it’s not good for their health, and is contributing to weight gain (My mother is very vain so this is literally the only approach that has seen any degree of success) I’ve told them I’m terrified that they will end up either burning down the house or breaking their necks by falling down the stairs while drunk. That I do not want the children exposed to their volatile behaviour. This is invariably met with defensiveness and then usually a counter attack on me ‘I suppose I think I am perfect?’ ‘I’d need to get my own weight under control before I go around doling out unwanted advice’ ‘Why wouldn’t we drink? We aren’t harming anyone and we have nothing else to do in the evening?’
We’ve tried encouraging them to join clubs, to meet friends, to go away for breaks, to volunteer. They have plenty of money and have a beautiful house in a lovely area and many friends and family living nearby. My other siblings have also tried to speak to them, but it’s generally left to me and then I am ‘the bad guy’.
A couple of years ago my dad ended up in hospital for a chest infection and ended up getting very ill very quickly as his body went into withdrawal from alcohol. My mother was mortified when I told the nurse and he was prescribed Librium which settled him. This gave them a fright and they cut down on the drinking for a couple of months but before long they were back to their old ways.
When I was growing up they were very supportive and loving parents. My friends were all envious of how our family were like the Brady Bunch. They are generous with money and splash it around to paper over the cracks when they have upset or hurt someone. My sister gets a lot of babysitting and money from them and does not like to get involved in conversations with them about their drinking as she doesn’t want to fall out with them. I feel like it annoys my mother that I am doing ok financially and do not accept money from her or rely on them for babysitting (I would not trust them to mind my children anymore as the handful of times I have asked them to do so I have come home to both of them passed out drunk)
I have booked a city break with one of my friends (husband and children staying at home) and during the week my mother rang me at 5.30pm and I answered it thinking she couldn’t be too drunk yet but she was. She started asking me if she could come on the city break with me and my friend. I said gently ‘no, maybe some other time’ (crossing my fingers - she is now such a liability I couldn’t be responsible tor taking her out of the country) I was hoping she’d drop it but she kept pressing and said that I’d promised to take her to that city (I have vague memories of going when I was about 20 and coming home buzzing with enthusiasm and telling her she should visit - and that I’d go back with her if she wanted. However her drinking has escalated exponentially since then and my eyes have also been open to her toxic traits of controlling people with money and all she does now is complain and she’d either want to start drinking every evening at 5 or she wouldn’t drink and would then get sick from alcohol withdrawal)- either way I couldn’t take her but I didn’t say this, I tried to keep it light and breezy. But she persisted and asked if my friend and I were an ‘item’ (in a lesbian relationship) and that was why I wouldn’t take her. I hung up the phone as I am just sick of her and her behaviour. I just feel it is the last straw. It’s not that I am annoyed about being asked if I am a lesbian, it’s the fact that she is like a caged rat, she’ll attack from any angle.
My sister is horrified that I have said to her that I am done with them- that I will not be phoning or visiting again. She thinks I will regret it. I just feel there is no point. No matter what I say it’s not getting through to them. I can’t be dealing with the drunken phone calls, the worry. But what if they die and I’m estranged from them?