Well, I guess after all of my fuck ups in the last twelves months, I made it again to another so-called father’s day. You see, the thing about me is, that I feel that I shouldn’t be allowed to celebrate father’s day. As a husband and as a father, I feel that I have fucked up with my weekend binge drinking. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’m not the type of person that goes out to bars, in order to get drunk and have a good time. As a matter of fact, I don’t even get violent, I just like to have fun when I get drunk. I like to stay home, have conversations, joke around with family and friends, watch TV and or listen to music while I drink.
Throughout the years, my wife and kids have told me, that they don’t have a problem with me drinking. They only have a problem with how much I drink, since I binge drink for a day or two on the weekends. Looking back now, I’ve realized that even though I binge drink every couple of weekends, the reality of it all is, that I haven’t been a bad father to my kids. One thing for sure is, that at a very young age, I told them that no matter what I was doing, whenever they wanted to talk to me, I was always available for them. And trust me, they have seen the proof, the many times that they had something on their mind and wanted to talk to me. I guess I’m just kicking myself in the ass over nothing.
Happy father’s day, to all you alki‘s out there!
With that said! I am Audi 5000 y’all!