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Grapevine : February 2011
I was a raging alcoholic at 17, with a family of enablers who helped me get my next drink and who also blew off the doctors' recommendations with the hope that I would magically get better. I really meant the things I said. And each time, I really felt that all I need- ed was one more chance. I swore I would be good. As years passed, whenever I was in enough trouble, I would agree to go to treatment again. Several treatment centers cost my family $30,000 for a 30-day stay. All the while my father and I were try- ing geographical cures. Oftentimes he would buy me a condo and set me up with a car and money. The plan was always that I would get a job or go back to school. The prob- lem was that wherever I went, there I was. In a short time I would get arrested or have other reasons to leave that city pronto, and he kept enabling me. As I got older I would attempt the extended care facilities and recovery homes, rarely making it more than a few weeks. At one place I made it for six months. I was not working a pro- gram, though. I was gambling and eventually got drunk again. I spent time drunk in Europe and Africa. I was always calling the shots and convincing my loved ones that this time it would be different. It never was though, and eventually my father died. At the time I was 10 months so- ber and we had not talked in months. I went to the viewing in Newport, R.I., and then flew back to California, where in a short time I lost it. I began a series of bottoms that were horren- dous, each one lower and more dev- astating than the last. My stepmother, older brother and my father's partner made sure I was left out of my father's will. That led to my new life---happy, joyous and free. Hindsight being 20/20, I now realize that my father helped me the VICTOR E. 50