In 1996, my home life was coming rapidly to an end, my wife had just about enough and was ready for me to leave. My drinking had to stop…and it did.
Living with an alcoholic mother is not fun. As a method of survival, my sister and I used humor to deflect our anger and frustration. My father was an Air Force officer and we were used to “Military Speak.” I composed the following mock news report to describe how crazy things could get: