I hope it’s alright for me to just kind of vent. I don’t think that’s the word I’m looking for. I hope this post doesn’t upset anyone either.
My fiancé and I went to a wake this afternoon. I only met the man a few times but my fiancé knew him a little more than I did. We are also friends with his family. Before today, the cause of death wasn’t really known to us, we just knew he had been sick and in the hospital. The man’s sister was talking to us and telling us what happened leading up to his death and then she said he had been diagnosed with cirrhosis a year and a half ago but didn’t stop drinking. I lost it. I had to run to the bathroom crying, it hit me like a ton of bricks. My fiancé, who has cirrhosis caused from drinking but stopped the moment he found out, was stunned. I can’t believe it, he was such a sweet sweet man. Why is booze so readily available when all it does is ruin lives and kill you? I’m so angry. I hate alcohol with every fiber of my being. I’m sorry for ranting here, I had to get it out.