I guess this is just another one of my letters to you, to tell you how I feel. In my last one I told you of how I couldn't talk to you in person very easily and to get it out on paper was much easier. So, here I am again, being scared and alone as I attempt to tell you what I'm about to tell you.
I hate it that you and Dad drink every night. During the day you're amazing, I couldn't ask for a better mother. When darkness falls, all I want to do is curl up in my bedroom and wish morning would come faster, because I don't want to listen to the drunken stumbles of you and Dad coming down stairs for "supper."
I wish you two would at least cut back a little. I don't ask for you to completely stop. All I want is a sober night with my Family. I'm not asking for you to give up your habits because I know that that is a very hard thing to do, but I'm asking you if you would consider letting go of your habits a little more than you have. I'm asking you to consider quitting. I'm asking you, if you would do this for Carmen and I.
Every night it seems like we do not care that you and Dad are drunk. It's hard for you to understand everything when you're intoxicated. Can't you realize that we fight more when you're drunk? We don't get along because everything you do when you're drunk gets to me. It bothers me so much, I just want to cry.
Carmen and I pretend it's fine that you two drink every night, but it's not, Mom, it's not. I feel that if you keep drinking, it's going to get worse. Eventually, you're going to become a person that needs rehab in order to be okay, someday. I don't want to let it get to that point. All I'm asking you to do, is skip a drink, not every night, but at least sometimes. Eventually, if you do this, you won't need that "one last drink."
