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Grapevine : February 2011
diction. After paying them tens of thousands of dollars for their care and recommendations, to then totally disregard everything they were saying was insane. I was determined to do life my way. They were trying to get in the way of my self-medicating. Oblivi- on worked for a long time, though the wreckage was astronomical. I was still young enough and knew my dad loved me enough (he was in denial as well) that he would give me another chance. By the time I was 17 I had been to two differ- ent treatment centers and had been kicked out of five different private schools. But my dad loved me and be- lieved that I could change. My broth- ers and sisters were doing well in life. He did not know I had my mother's genes. She died of alcoholism when I was 5. She had four beautiful kids, plenty of money in the bank (after she and my father got a divorce), monthly alimony checks, at least one house all paid for, a maid and a gardener. I know now she did not sit in her room and drink herself to death on pur- pose. She had untreated alcoholism--- and with the means to drink around the clock, it was only a matter of time. Looking back now, I fully understand. Grapevine 49