I have an older sister who I’ve let down a lot. Growing up, we were fairly close, or at least as close as a brother and sister can be in a house with an alcoholic father and a mother with mental health issues.
We didn’t really talk when I started drinking. She couldn’t understand why I was doing what I was doing. She didn’t understand alcoholism or addiction. When I’d come around, I could see in her eyes, “Oh, it’s Bryan.” Now, it’s a welcoming look. It’s good to spend some time with her on a sober basis. We’re closer than we’ve ever been.
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