Post by margotmacomber on Jun 4, 2012 22:23:42 GMT -5
Ok. This is it. My final post.
DH was in a car with his best friend, who might as well has been his brother. They spent their life together, they vacationed together on DH's family's dime.
Said friend drove drunk. Crashed. He died. DH was close to death. I spent about 12 hours in a private bathroom at the hospital lying on the floor crying.
I am no stranger to the effects of drunk driving. Anyone in either of our families knows the shit that happens with drunk driving and knows how the family will react.
I spent at least 12 hours lying in a private bathroom crying on the floor hoping he would live. He lost what he considered his brother.
We have very specific rules. My point is, I've been there, in that place.
This post is not what drove me over the edge. It's been a long time coming. I just don't want to deal with all of you policing everything there is to police. It's not the drinking. That's just the straw that broke the camel's back. But the sentiment from you is still the same and always has been. This has been a long time coming.
I don't want to come off as rude. I just can't stand the majority of your guys' attitude. It's stupid. It's like nothing I've ever seen before. I was in the Army. DH is is the Army. I've never met people like you.
I have wanted to GBCMF for a while. That thread just tipped me over.
I said before that I was posting my last thread, but of course I lurked.
I'm done with that now. You guys are alright I guess, but you correspond to real life like the bump corresponds to raising babies. I just don[t have any interest in fucking with it
Go ahead and blame me for being a heathen and rule breaker. I don't give a fuck. Enjoy yourselves. It's not the alcohol thread, it's all the threads for the past few months. Sorry. But Bye.
Post by Beeps (WOT?*) on Jun 5, 2012 3:17:42 GMT -5
I had two friends killed by drunk drivers before I was legally old enough to drink. Three wasted lives because people would get behind the wheel and drive. (And none of my friends were in the vehicle with the drunk drivers.) Between this and being raised by a flag-waving AA-proponent and an alcoholic stepfather, I tend to not drink unless I am the passenger or I am at home.
One of my friends was 16 years old. Just got his license three weeks earlier when he was run over by a guy in an 18-wheeler who had been drinking and got behind the wheel. Driver was probably tired as shit too, but yeah, alcohol played a big part.
The other was someone I went to church with. Honor roll student, homecoming court, bell choir and choir at church. She was engaged to be married to her high school sweetheart (he was in college with me and she was a year below us) and they were on the way back from his parents' house. She wasn't wearing a seatbelt when a drunk driver barreled through a signal and broadsided them with such force that she was thrown from the car and found in bushes about 20 feet away. She died almost instantly. The driver had multiple convictions but because he was a "respected business owner in the area and not a flight risk" he was released on a low bond. I'd heard released on recognizance but there was a bond, albeit a low one. I was furious for years that he "got away with murder" for killing someone with so.much.potential when he obviously had so little left.
Another friend of mine, in my mid-twenties, was run over by a drunk driver and permanently crippled. She was in her own driveway, showing her new car to her best friend. Her two children were asleep in the house. She owned her own business and was doing fairly well with it and the new car was her reward. A drunk driver jumped the curb, drove through the field surround her house, hit her best friend so that she was thrown to the roof of the house; he then panicked and backed into her car, pinning her between the car and the house with enough force that it toppled her son's dresser inside the house. She was crushed from her lumbar to her knees. She wasn't expected to survive, then when she did she wasn't expected to walk. But she is stubborn and refused to be an invalid, so she walked. There were days on end where she had to sleep in a recliner because she couldn't lay down and times she fell to the floor screaming in pain and unable to move. The guy who hit her and killed her best friend had been released from jail earlier that day by court order due to overcrowding. He had been convicted for a prior DUI and considered "lower risk"; the rat-bastard stopped off at a bar to celebrate.
Between growing up in a house where my mom swore up and down that I had the markers to become an alcoholic, with a step dad who is an alcoholic, a father who was a social and functional alcoholic and too many people around me whose lives were affected by alcohol, I refuse to get behind the wheel if I've had *any* alcohol in the prior two hours; and I limit myself to one drink before then. If I feel at all off I will not drive. And when we go out I will be the designated driver and drink no alcohol so there is a driver for anyone who needs one.
Honestly, as I've grown older I've opened up more about drinking and driving. I was staunchly absolutely no alcohol, no way no how, because I was indoctrinated to believe that way. But at almost fifty years old, I've learned that I can sip a mixed drink with dinner and passenger safely home. But even with the time and the fact that I'd had the drink (say, a sangria or mai tai or something similar) with dinner and washed down with food and water, I'm still nervous enough that I'm lightweight enough that I won't get behind the wheel. I can feel fuzzy after one drink. So if everyone around me is drinking my "fruity drink with an umbrella" type drink is alcohol free, or I'm drinking a soda with a cherry on top. I used to party with the partiers, but I'd drink seven-up. I've used that as my guideline even now all these years later. But I've also grown more tolerant of those around me and more able to wrestle the keys from those who need them taken away, have rooms to offer and extra seats in my car no matter how far away you live.
I have wanted to GBCMF for a while. That thread just tipped me over.
I said before that I was posting my last thread, but of course I lurked.
I'm done with that now. You guys are alright I guess, but you correspond to real life like the bump corresponds to raising babies. I just don[t have any interest in fucking with it
Go ahead and blame me for being a heathen and rule breaker. I don't give a fuck. Enjoy yourselves. It's not the alcohol thread, it's all the threads for the past few months. Sorry. But Bye.
I am super loling at the "it's not me, it's you" break up/grand exit stage left.
Like I said, I didn't mean for it to turn into this. I thought a vent would turn into "oh, I hate drunk driving too." Not a debate about what equals a drunk driver.