I found out last night that MB2 has been drinking. Both him and MB1 actually. They got drunk together last weekend – it was MB1’s first time with alcohol. But MB2 has been drinking awhile now. Always at a particular friend’s house, and always staying there, not leaving. Never driving drunk or riding with someone who has been drinking. All of that is fine. Way to go. So why do I feel so dumbstruck?
Because I didn’t expect it from him. I thought he was my no nothing kid. The one to say no to all the evils that life threw at him. I guess that was all bullshit.
I’m not really mad that he’s doing it. I’m not a hypocrite like that. At least, I’m trying not to be. I was nothing short of an alcoholic in high school. I drank every single weekend. I was tore up more often than not. My parents knew and as long as I was safe about it, they didn’t say anything. I’m sure they didn’t like it, but it wasn’t like they could stop me. That’s how I feel now – not happy, but what can I do? Forbid him from seeing that kid? He’ll just lie and go over there anyway. Only this time maybe he’ll try to drive somewhere else afterward to avoid being caught there overnight. Would he drive drunk? How the hell do I know? I didn’t even think he was drinking.
I guess he tried to tell me awhile back, but I wasn’t too receptive. Shot him down quick talk of punishment and such. But that was my scare tactic to try and keep him away from alcohol. Now that’s he met it, and obviously keeps meeing with it, my tone is switching gears to common sense and safety and laws and criminal records and blah blah blah.
Tell you the truth, I’m more scared about MB1. He’s not a good drunk, from what we’ve heard. Too emotional. The kind of person who’s no fun to be around when you’ve been drinking. He’s the one that’s going to do something stupid. And he’s the one who’ll wear it on his permanent record since he’s 18. Or he’s the one that will get sick from alcohol poisoning.
And I though potty training was hard. This sucks.