My best friend of 30 years (since grade 2) is a drunk.
I love her.
we have lived our lives always in touch, always close.
we had our first periods together.
Our babies together
and way downs.
It upsets me to drop by at 5pm and hear the slur.....
see the confusion
watch the shoddy cover up
When we lived together she threw her cans out....
She hid her beer under her bed (warm beer yuck)
Her kids know "no other way"
we had serious talks many times over the years about this.....
she does good for awhile then right back at it
Its time for another talk
a long non judgemental talk
I pray for her
I love her
I am sure she is suffering from Wernickies Korsakoff syndrome