I used to hate when my mother and stepfather drank too much. It would ruin some good times for me. They weren't violent or anything, though, but I hated it nonetheless. I wondered why they drank too much on purpose, and why it seemed like they had to do it so often. On every holiday in another country, every new year's eve, many ordinary weekends. It wasn't until I myself started drinking that I stopped caring about them getting drunk. You may call it selfish, but I was too young to understand a lot of it, and it seemed scary when they acted so different to usual.
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Looks like we're not going down after all, so nevermind.