I moved home to a very disappointed family. I was the smart one and I had failed myself and my family.
My alcoholism got much worse and by the time I was 21 I was going to clubs five days a week and had many blackouts. After leaving college, I maintained a job at a bank for 6 years but lost it due to my addiction. I was able to quit drugs but not alcohol.
I did most of my drinking with my mother and when their marriage fell apart, my stepfather blamed their divorce on me. It was my fault he said because I drank with my mother. My mother and I moved in together and our drinking got worse. My mother eventually got back together with my stepfather and I felt betrayed.
My brother asked me to move to Tennessee with him and a new baby nephew, It was great at first but we just drank together too.
I moved out on my own and fell into major depression and alcoholism. I went thru three jobs that year because I couldn’t get out of bed after a binge. My brother started going to church and accepted Christ as Savior. He quickly stopped drinking and became a very godly example.