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06/01/2004: "not in my house"
Not matter how much I want to say it, no matter how I could justify telling you, regardless of whether I'd be well within my rights to tell you, I'll never be able to tell you that I don't want you in my house ever again.
Apparently you've been drinking for a long time. Perhaps longer than anyone, including yourself, will care to admit. But now you've gone too far, and I won't have it anymore.
On the surface you seem fine, but it's becoming more and more obvious that you're simply along for the ride now. You aren't in control, and haven't been for a long time. I suppose I can't really blame you, as you are your own victim here, but that doesn't mean I want to put up with what's going on.
The fact that you're drunk is one thing. The fact that you're drunk even when you're visiting my wife and daughter are another. But now you've been in my house, pretending everything's OK, and you've now started chugging alcohol from my tiny liquor collection.
Last time you chugged the rum. On a hunch, I decided to invert the bottle, mark it, and put it back. Sure enough, 24 hours later, you had swigged a whole bunch. I dumped it down the drain - that's why it's not there anymore. The only bottles left were an open bottle of amaretto and a sealed bottle of vodka. Well, now I'm certain that you've been chugging amaretto. I marked the bottle last night, so if you've been chugging it today, I'll know when I get home. I'll dump that bottle out too.
Do you drink in front of my daughter? Can I trust you anymore? Will you actually be helpful when you come to visit, or will you keep making up excuses to go upstairs, and act erratically?
What would happen if I confronted you? It's not my place, but you're in MY house, and that puts me on guard. I'll let the people closer to you talk to you first, but if that doesn't happen, I'm going to protect my family. My wife and I can take care of ourselves, but my daughter, and my soon-to-be-born younger offspring cannot. I know you'd never hurt them willingly, but you can't control yourself. So if you can't control yourself, I'm going to control the lock on my front door, and make sure you can't come in.
Get better, please, but until then, stay away.
