Today my father asked me suspiciously if I was drinking, by which he meant if I was drinking in secret. For a while he’d “check” every time he saw me to see if I had been drinking, but that eventually ended.
I don’t blame him for it per se, as I did hide the bulk of my drinking for many years, until I wasn’t able to anymore.
Just thought I was past this “stage” … guess not.
Interestingly, it did make me think about doing just that for a minute, but I recalled the vow I made to myself:
I will never drink again, and I will never change my mind.