Holiday Hangover

Exactly 7 years ago today, this evening to be exact, I was behaving badly.

I was in a drunken blackout. My wife and son had vacated the premises, taking refuge at her Mother's house. Incidentally, this was the evening we were celebrating Christmas at my In-Laws' house, so we were all supposed to be there, yet I wasn't.

Instead, I was running around my front yard, threatening to kill my daughter's Step Dad. My ex-wife is the one that informed me of my exploits on that dreadful evening, since I have absolutely no recollection of the incident.

And, as was tradition at the time, Arlington's finest was dispatched to my abode to handle the situation. At one point they had me on the ground with their Nine's drawn, a deadly bead on my noggin. My 10 year old daughter revealed this little nugget of info to me. She was watching her Daddy. To this day I am still bothered by this particular part of the evening.

I remember coming to, on the couch, with Christmas Vacation playing on the DVD player. I was alone, wondering where everyone was. My only thought was to call Sarah, my Mother-In-Law, and tell her I was coming over. She said, "okay". It was at this point that I figured something might be wrong. In a fog of waxing anxiety, I drove on over. 

When I got there, I was greeted by my Brother-In-Law and James, my Father-In-Law...oh, and the Police.

James declared that he wanted me off of his property. Well, I wasn't leaving without my daughter, so one of the officers went into the house to ask her if she wanted to leave with me.

She told him that she did NOT want to leave with me. I don't blame her.

So, as I stumbled to my car, one of the officers offered to drive me home, which was incredibly kind and unbelievable, since they could have easily arrested me for driving while intoxicated. The sad story of my pathetic life.

The entire family was terrified of me. I'm sure it's a Christmas they'll never forget. Nor will I.

So, the 'Hangover' the title refer's to is the memory of my ultimate, drunken romp. It finally ended on Jan. 11th, 2007. I will always remember my last 'drunk'. It will forever hang over my head as a healthy reminder of how things used to be. I will not dwell on the past, nor will I shut the door on it.

Somewhere this holiday season, there's a homeless mother, with kids, wondering how she is going to shelter her family for the evening; wondering how they're going to eat. While we sit around making merry about a jolly old man in a red suit, delivering toys, those kids are probably simply grateful just for receiving a meal on Christmas. 

I'll wager that that homeless family is very aware of 'the Reason for the Season'. Today, I sure am.

With that hanging heavy upon my heart, I know that today I am truly blessed. I am the wealthiest man in the world. I am also extremely grateful. One thing in particular I'm grateful for is that I no longer have to drown myself in alcohol to suffer the Holidays.

Today, I focus on being with my family this time of year, and reflect upon what could have been if I never got sober. 'Grateful' just scratches the surface.

Today, that same Father-In-Law welcomes me into his home whenever I want to visit. Our relationship is on an entirely different level. We truly love each other immensely. What a blessing. Yes, I'm still married to the same woman. And yes, she is quite possibly insane!

Merry Christmas, Everyone

-coop