ammogirl

I’m going to get a lot of shit for this, I know.  But.  Listen for a minute.  John and I have been very verbal with both the girls about drinking and drugs and cigarettes and all that nonsense, and have made it clear that while drugs and cigarettes are definetley not okay, at all, ever, we know they will have a drink or two before they turn 21.  It’s…it’s a fact.  I did it, you did it, the whole world did it.  Okay, maybe not the WHOLE world, but for the sake of my story, just go with it.

Oh wait, lost my point there, didn’t I?  

Okay, so we tell them if they are ever in a situation where there is drinking (of which there are many, in a country where the legal drinking age is 16), that they can never ever, ever ever, never never never get into a car with someone else who is drinking.  Or try to drive themselves.  And that they should tell us.  

The first time I got drunk, I was 13.  I went to a wedding in Newberg with my best friend’s family, and at the end of the reception my friend and I went around the room and drank all the leftover liquor and champagne from the…omg…FROM THE DIRTY GLASSES!  WE DRANK BACKWASH.  OMG.

Anyhow, I got drrruuunnnnk.  Wasted.  I got scared and ran around the hotel looking for places to hide until finally I jumped in the swimming pool and wouldn’t come out, and the parents had to retrieve me.  The next day I was completely hungover.  It sucked.  But I never told my parents.  

Yesterday Lindsey came downstairs and told me that she had a drink on Friday at the local village fest.  She was upset because her boyfriend had broken up with her and everyone was drinking and she had a drink too and she said she acted really stupid and obnoxious and embarrassed her friends and embarrassed herself and she felt dumb.  She stayed the night at a friends house that night (preplanned) and the mom picked them up and took them home and she was safe and not sick the next day.

…You know, I don’t know.  Yeah, yes, YES, of course I was upset with her.  But, she TOLD me.  SHE told ME.  It was surreal, sort of, because I wasn’t quite sure how to react, but at the same time I couldn’t react even if I DID know because I was, in a way, frozen to the spot.  

In the end, I reiterated that I am not mad at her, but I wasn’t okay with it, that a lot of shit can go down when your drinking that you can’t be in control of, and that I was glad she told me.

Too lenient?  How can I be sure?  Would yelling and screaming or even being angry helped at all?  Or would it have made it worse?  Would it stop her from doing it again?  Or would it make it more tempting, and something she did behind my back, without me ever knowing?

I feel comfortable with my decision.  I believe that trust goes a long way in any relationship, and I held up my end of the bargain in this.  She made a decision she knows was dumb, she felt comfortable talking to me about it, and yeah, maybe I’m naive but…I have faith that it won’t happen again anytime soon.  

We’ll see, I guess.  Damn kids.  Damn, damn kids.

Tschuss!!