Since it's at HOME, it's appropriate to this alt.HOME.repair
This story is not suitable for kids under the age of 40 because it
contains violence and even worse, that dreaded "F" word.


Let the true story begin............


Hi, my name is Greg and I'm an alcoholic.

Last year on Thanksgiving I had a horrible event. Or, was that two
years ago, I can not remember now...
Anyhow, I was kicked out of Thanksgiving dinner and by my family who
proved that they are nothing but a bunch of ****ing violent drunks.
Come to think of it, this was two years ago, because I remember now
that last Thanksgiving they would not let me in their house and when I
tossed my cousin Jim against the wall, began choking him, dad walked
in, and he had just came home from deer hunting. He pointed his rifle
in my face and cocked the gun. Thats when I left and spent
Thanksgiving alone, drinking pot after pot of coffee, and wanting to
beat the **** out of someone.

So, I am posting this again to remind those of you who are recovering,
to stay away from your family on Thanksgiving, if they drink. I am
reminding myself and telling you that you are better off spending the
holiday alone than being with drinkers. I will not go to my family
this year, unless I am really ****ed off about something and want a
fight.

This is what happened on Thanksgiving 2003, when I was Kicked Out of
Thanksgiving Dinner. This is the whole story from that terrible
Thanksgiving day.

Thanksgiving 2003 ----
I am a recovering alcoholic, and yesterday I was unfairly Kicked Out
of Thanksgiving Dinner

I was invited by some of my relatives yesterday for Thanksgiving.
During dinner they kept sipping their wine and I sipped some coffee
instead. After they finished the first bottle of wine, they opened
another. That's when I started telling them how they were turning
into alcoholics. Everytime they poured another glass of the poison, I
would say "Hi, my name is Greg and I am an alcoholic. Would any of
you like to admit you are an alcoholic and address the table with your
reason for drinking"? None of them would admit to their addiction,
and I became upset. I told them that they would soon be in recovery
or their drinking would destroy their lives. Everytime they poured
another glass, I repeated this message to them. When they brought out
the third bottle, and sat it on my side of the table, I became
furious. I said "hi, my name is Greg, I am an alcoholic, and I am not
going to tolerate your abusive alcoholic behavior any longer." That's
when I grabbed that bottle and smashed it on the floor. I thought I
was doing a good job of helping them maintain whatever was left of
their sobriety. But NO, my brother hauled off and hit me in the
stomach with his fist. I quickly told him to admit he is an
alcoholic, or he would regret what he just did. He refused and told
me to "**** off". Thats when I got off my chair, lifted the chair and
busted it across his head. Somehow the table collapsed at the same
time and all the turkey and food went on to the floor. My brother was
bleeding badly, when I told him that since this is Thanksgiving, he
would someday thank me for stopping his drinking on this day. But
instead of accepting my assistance, he smashed his fist in my face. I
proceeded to beat the living **** out of him on floor on top of all
the food. Thats when my sisterinlaw (his wife) came up to me and
tossed a glass of wine in my face. That did it. I threw her into the
wall, and busted both her glasses and the wall. Instead of listening
to my advice, dad, who is 87 years old, walks over to the liquor
cabinet, grabs a bottle of whiskey, and takes a swallow. Then he
walks over to me, throws me against the wall, and shoves the bottle in
my mouth, breaking my tooth. He pours half the bottle down my throat
and tells me it's time I learn to drink like a man. Then everyone
there grabbed me, threw me to the floor, on top of the smashed turkey.
Then dad poured the rest of that bottle down my throat. I could not
fight all 15 or 20 people, and I swallowed at least half of that
bottle. I got up and said "Hi, my name is Greg and I am an
alcoholic".Uncle Roy steps over to me, grabs me around the throat and
tells me if I say that one more time, I will regret it. I started to
say "hi my name is......". Thats when they all grabbed me, drug me
out to my car and told me to leave and not come back. I dont
know how I got home because I was too drunk and injured to remember
what I was doing. Somehow I got home, and I have been sitting here
ever since wondering what I did that was so wrong to deserve that
treatment. Worse yet, I think I relapsed, even though I did not drink
the alcohol by choice, and almost drowned from it.

It's 3am and I just called them later a little while ago to apologise.
They told me they were sleeping, and not to call again. I told them I
called to ralk, and must talk now. They also told me both my brother
and his wife were taken to the hospital in an ambulance, and both had
broken bones from my beating on them. I wanted to say I was sorry and
explain that I was only trying to save them from their alcoholism.
Instead I started to say "hi my name is......" when they hung
up one me. This upset me even more. Now I am not sure what to do.
Should I go back to detox or what? Should I call the police and tell
them that my relatives are drunk? I just dont know what to do.

Happy ****ing Thanksgiving




and a ...... Happy ****ing Thanksgiving to all of you !!!
..............and to all, a good turkey......

was there pumpkin pie??? my favorite...bill

On Thu, 24 Nov 2005 04:47:53 -0600,
wrote:

Since it's at HOME, it's appropriate to this alt.HOME.repair
This story is not suitable for kids under the age of 40 because it
contains violence and even worse, that dreaded "F" word.


Let the true story begin............


Hi, my name is Greg and I'm an alcoholic.

Last year on Thanksgiving I had a horrible event. Or, was that two
years ago, I can not remember now...
Anyhow, I was kicked out of Thanksgiving dinner and by my family who
proved that they are nothing but a bunch of ****ing violent drunks.
Come to think of it, this was two years ago, because I remember now
that last Thanksgiving they would not let me in their house and when I
tossed my cousin Jim against the wall, began choking him, dad walked
in, and he had just came home from deer hunting. He pointed his rifle
in my face and cocked the gun. Thats when I left and spent
Thanksgiving alone, drinking pot after pot of coffee, and wanting to
beat the **** out of someone.

So, I am posting this again to remind those of you who are recovering,
to stay away from your family on Thanksgiving, if they drink. I am
reminding myself and telling you that you are better off spending the
holiday alone than being with drinkers. I will not go to my family
this year, unless I am really ****ed off about something and want a
fight.

This is what happened on Thanksgiving 2003, when I was Kicked Out of
Thanksgiving Dinner. This is the whole story from that terrible
Thanksgiving day.

Thanksgiving 2003 ----
I am a recovering alcoholic, and yesterday I was unfairly Kicked Out
of Thanksgiving Dinner

I was invited by some of my relatives yesterday for Thanksgiving.
During dinner they kept sipping their wine and I sipped some coffee
instead. After they finished the first bottle of wine, they opened
another. That's when I started telling them how they were turning
into alcoholics. Everytime they poured another glass of the poison, I
would say "Hi, my name is Greg and I am an alcoholic. Would any of
you like to admit you are an alcoholic and address the table with your
reason for drinking"? None of them would admit to their addiction,
and I became upset. I told them that they would soon be in recovery
or their drinking would destroy their lives. Everytime they poured
another glass, I repeated this message to them. When they brought out
the third bottle, and sat it on my side of the table, I became
furious. I said "hi, my name is Greg, I am an alcoholic, and I am not
going to tolerate your abusive alcoholic behavior any longer." That's
when I grabbed that bottle and smashed it on the floor. I thought I
was doing a good job of helping them maintain whatever was left of
their sobriety. But NO, my brother hauled off and hit me in the
stomach with his fist. I quickly told him to admit he is an
alcoholic, or he would regret what he just did. He refused and told
me to "**** off". Thats when I got off my chair, lifted the chair and
busted it across his head. Somehow the table collapsed at the same
time and all the turkey and food went on to the floor. My brother was
bleeding badly, when I told him that since this is Thanksgiving, he
would someday thank me for stopping his drinking on this day. But
instead of accepting my assistance, he smashed his fist in my face. I
proceeded to beat the living **** out of him on floor on top of all
the food. Thats when my sisterinlaw (his wife) came up to me and
tossed a glass of wine in my face. That did it. I threw her into the
wall, and busted both her glasses and the wall. Instead of listening
to my advice, dad, who is 87 years old, walks over to the liquor
cabinet, grabs a bottle of whiskey, and takes a swallow. Then he
walks over to me, throws me against the wall, and shoves the bottle in
my mouth, breaking my tooth. He pours half the bottle down my throat
and tells me it's time I learn to drink like a man. Then everyone
there grabbed me, threw me to the floor, on top of the smashed turkey.
Then dad poured the rest of that bottle down my throat. I could not
fight all 15 or 20 people, and I swallowed at least half of that
bottle. I got up and said "Hi, my name is Greg and I am an
alcoholic".Uncle Roy steps over to me, grabs me around the throat and
tells me if I say that one more time, I will regret it. I started to
say "hi my name is......". Thats when they all grabbed me, drug me
out to my car and told me to leave and not come back. I dont
know how I got home because I was too drunk and injured to remember
what I was doing. Somehow I got home, and I have been sitting here
ever since wondering what I did that was so wrong to deserve that
treatment. Worse yet, I think I relapsed, even though I did not drink
the alcohol by choice, and almost drowned from it.

It's 3am and I just called them later a little while ago to apologise.
They told me they were sleeping, and not to call again. I told them I
called to ralk, and must talk now. They also told me both my brother
and his wife were taken to the hospital in an ambulance, and both had
broken bones from my beating on them. I wanted to say I was sorry and
explain that I was only trying to save them from their alcoholism.
Instead I started to say "hi my name is......" when they hung
up one me. This upset me even more. Now I am not sure what to do.
Should I go back to detox or what? Should I call the police and tell
them that my relatives are drunk? I just dont know what to do.

Happy ****ing Thanksgiving




and a ...... Happy ****ing Thanksgiving to all of you !!!
.............and to all, a good turkey......

I posting at the top of your post most people won't read the whole thing.
The story was long it had did have allot of violence but were was the SEX. I
think drinking and sex would be better story than drinking and fighting. You
could thrown your sister-in-law into the wall and still used the F word and
I'm sure there was whipped cream for the Pie



wrote in message
...
Since it's at HOME, it's appropriate to this alt.HOME.repair
This story is not suitable for kids under the age of 40 because it
contains violence and even worse, that dreaded "F" word.


Let the true story begin............


Hi, my name is Greg and I'm an alcoholic.

Last year on Thanksgiving I had a horrible event. Or, was that two
years ago, I can not remember now...
Anyhow, I was kicked out of Thanksgiving dinner and by my family who
proved that they are nothing but a bunch of ****ing violent drunks.
Come to think of it, this was two years ago, because I remember now
that last Thanksgiving they would not let me in their house and when I
tossed my cousin Jim against the wall, began choking him, dad walked
in, and he had just came home from deer hunting. He pointed his rifle
in my face and cocked the gun. Thats when I left and spent
Thanksgiving alone, drinking pot after pot of coffee, and wanting to
beat the **** out of someone.

So, I am posting this again to remind those of you who are recovering,
to stay away from your family on Thanksgiving, if they drink. I am
reminding myself and telling you that you are better off spending the
holiday alone than being with drinkers. I will not go to my family
this year, unless I am really ****ed off about something and want a
fight.

This is what happened on Thanksgiving 2003, when I was Kicked Out of
Thanksgiving Dinner. This is the whole story from that terrible
Thanksgiving day.

Thanksgiving 2003 ----
I am a recovering alcoholic, and yesterday I was unfairly Kicked Out
of Thanksgiving Dinner

I was invited by some of my relatives yesterday for Thanksgiving.
During dinner they kept sipping their wine and I sipped some coffee
instead. After they finished the first bottle of wine, they opened
another. That's when I started telling them how they were turning
into alcoholics. Everytime they poured another glass of the poison, I
would say "Hi, my name is Greg and I am an alcoholic. Would any of
you like to admit you are an alcoholic and address the table with your
reason for drinking"? None of them would admit to their addiction,
and I became upset. I told them that they would soon be in recovery
or their drinking would destroy their lives. Everytime they poured
another glass, I repeated this message to them. When they brought out
the third bottle, and sat it on my side of the table, I became
furious. I said "hi, my name is Greg, I am an alcoholic, and I am not
going to tolerate your abusive alcoholic behavior any longer." That's
when I grabbed that bottle and smashed it on the floor. I thought I
was doing a good job of helping them maintain whatever was left of
their sobriety. But NO, my brother hauled off and hit me in the
stomach with his fist. I quickly told him to admit he is an
alcoholic, or he would regret what he just did. He refused and told
me to "**** off". Thats when I got off my chair, lifted the chair and
busted it across his head. Somehow the table collapsed at the same
time and all the turkey and food went on to the floor. My brother was
bleeding badly, when I told him that since this is Thanksgiving, he
would someday thank me for stopping his drinking on this day. But
instead of accepting my assistance, he smashed his fist in my face. I
proceeded to beat the living **** out of him on floor on top of all
the food. Thats when my sisterinlaw (his wife) came up to me and
tossed a glass of wine in my face. That did it. I threw her into the
wall, and busted both her glasses and the wall. Instead of listening
to my advice, dad, who is 87 years old, walks over to the liquor
cabinet, grabs a bottle of whiskey, and takes a swallow. Then he
walks over to me, throws me against the wall, and shoves the bottle in
my mouth, breaking my tooth. He pours half the bottle down my throat
and tells me it's time I learn to drink like a man. Then everyone
there grabbed me, threw me to the floor, on top of the smashed turkey.
Then dad poured the rest of that bottle down my throat. I could not
fight all 15 or 20 people, and I swallowed at least half of that
bottle. I got up and said "Hi, my name is Greg and I am an
alcoholic".Uncle Roy steps over to me, grabs me around the throat and
tells me if I say that one more time, I will regret it. I started to
say "hi my name is......". Thats when they all grabbed me, drug me
out to my car and told me to leave and not come back. I dont
know how I got home because I was too drunk and injured to remember
what I was doing. Somehow I got home, and I have been sitting here
ever since wondering what I did that was so wrong to deserve that
treatment. Worse yet, I think I relapsed, even though I did not drink
the alcohol by choice, and almost drowned from it.

It's 3am and I just called them later a little while ago to apologise.
They told me they were sleeping, and not to call again. I told them I
called to ralk, and must talk now. They also told me both my brother
and his wife were taken to the hospital in an ambulance, and both had
broken bones from my beating on them. I wanted to say I was sorry and
explain that I was only trying to save them from their alcoholism.
Instead I started to say "hi my name is......" when they hung
up one me. This upset me even more. Now I am not sure what to do.
Should I go back to detox or what? Should I call the police and tell
them that my relatives are drunk? I just dont know what to do.

Happy ****ing Thanksgiving




and a ...... Happy ****ing Thanksgiving to all of you !!!
.............and to all, a good turkey......

Mom got drunk and Dad got drunk
At our Christmas party
We were drinkin' champagne punch
And homemade eggnog
Little sister brought her new boyfriend
He was a Mexican
We didn't know what to think of him
Til he sang Feliz Navidad
Feliz Navidad

Brother Ken brought his kids with him
The three from his first wife Lynn
And the two identical twins
From his second wife Mary Nell
Of course he brought his new wife Kaye
Who talks all about AA
Chain smokin' while the stereo plays
Noel, Noel, The first Noel

Carve the turkey turn the ball game on
Mix Margaritas when the eggnog's gone
Send somebody to the Quik-Pak store
We need some ice and an extension cord
A can of bean dip and some Diet Rite
A box of tampons and some Marlboro Lights
Hallelujah everybody say cheese
Merry Christmas from the family

Fran and Rita drove from Harlingen
I can't remember how I'm kin to them
But when they tried to plug their motor home in
They blew our christmas lights
Cousin David knew just what went wrong
So we all waited on our front lawn
He threw the breaker and the lights came on
And we sang Silent Night
Oh Silent Night o' holy night

Carve the turkey turn the ballgame on
Mix Bloody Marys cause we all want one
Send somebody to the Stop 'n Go
We need some celery and a can of fake snow
A bag of lemons and some Diet Sprite
A box of midol, some Salem Lights
Hallelujah everybody say cheese
Merry Christmas from the family

Drink up!


wrote in message
...
Since it's at HOME, it's appropriate to this alt.HOME.repair
This story is not suitable for kids under the age of 40 because it
contains violence and even worse, that dreaded "F" word.


Let the true story begin............


Hi, my name is Greg and I'm an alcoholic.

Last year on Thanksgiving I had a horrible event. Or, was that two
years ago, I can not remember now...
Anyhow, I was kicked out of Thanksgiving dinner and by my family who
proved that they are nothing but a bunch of ****ing violent drunks.
Come to think of it, this was two years ago, because I remember now
that last Thanksgiving they would not let me in their house and when I
tossed my cousin Jim against the wall, began choking him, dad walked
in, and he had just came home from deer hunting. He pointed his rifle
in my face and cocked the gun. Thats when I left and spent
Thanksgiving alone, drinking pot after pot of coffee, and wanting to
beat the **** out of someone.

So, I am posting this again to remind those of you who are recovering,
to stay away from your family on Thanksgiving, if they drink. I am
reminding myself and telling you that you are better off spending the
holiday alone than being with drinkers. I will not go to my family
this year, unless I am really ****ed off about something and want a
fight.

This is what happened on Thanksgiving 2003, when I was Kicked Out of
Thanksgiving Dinner. This is the whole story from that terrible
Thanksgiving day.

Thanksgiving 2003 ----
I am a recovering alcoholic, and yesterday I was unfairly Kicked Out
of Thanksgiving Dinner

I was invited by some of my relatives yesterday for Thanksgiving.
During dinner they kept sipping their wine and I sipped some coffee
instead. After they finished the first bottle of wine, they opened
another. That's when I started telling them how they were turning
into alcoholics. Everytime they poured another glass of the poison, I
would say "Hi, my name is Greg and I am an alcoholic. Would any of
you like to admit you are an alcoholic and address the table with your
reason for drinking"? None of them would admit to their addiction,
and I became upset. I told them that they would soon be in recovery
or their drinking would destroy their lives. Everytime they poured
another glass, I repeated this message to them. When they brought out
the third bottle, and sat it on my side of the table, I became
furious. I said "hi, my name is Greg, I am an alcoholic, and I am not
going to tolerate your abusive alcoholic behavior any longer." That's
when I grabbed that bottle and smashed it on the floor. I thought I
was doing a good job of helping them maintain whatever was left of
their sobriety. But NO, my brother hauled off and hit me in the
stomach with his fist. I quickly told him to admit he is an
alcoholic, or he would regret what he just did. He refused and told
me to "**** off". Thats when I got off my chair, lifted the chair and
busted it across his head. Somehow the table collapsed at the same
time and all the turkey and food went on to the floor. My brother was
bleeding badly, when I told him that since this is Thanksgiving, he
would someday thank me for stopping his drinking on this day. But
instead of accepting my assistance, he smashed his fist in my face. I
proceeded to beat the living **** out of him on floor on top of all
the food. Thats when my sisterinlaw (his wife) came up to me and
tossed a glass of wine in my face. That did it. I threw her into the
wall, and busted both her glasses and the wall. Instead of listening
to my advice, dad, who is 87 years old, walks over to the liquor
cabinet, grabs a bottle of whiskey, and takes a swallow. Then he
walks over to me, throws me against the wall, and shoves the bottle in
my mouth, breaking my tooth. He pours half the bottle down my throat
and tells me it's time I learn to drink like a man. Then everyone
there grabbed me, threw me to the floor, on top of the smashed turkey.
Then dad poured the rest of that bottle down my throat. I could not
fight all 15 or 20 people, and I swallowed at least half of that
bottle. I got up and said "Hi, my name is Greg and I am an
alcoholic".Uncle Roy steps over to me, grabs me around the throat and
tells me if I say that one more time, I will regret it. I started to
say "hi my name is......". Thats when they all grabbed me, drug me
out to my car and told me to leave and not come back. I dont
know how I got home because I was too drunk and injured to remember
what I was doing. Somehow I got home, and I have been sitting here
ever since wondering what I did that was so wrong to deserve that
treatment. Worse yet, I think I relapsed, even though I did not drink
the alcohol by choice, and almost drowned from it.

It's 3am and I just called them later a little while ago to apologise.
They told me they were sleeping, and not to call again. I told them I
called to ralk, and must talk now. They also told me both my brother
and his wife were taken to the hospital in an ambulance, and both had
broken bones from my beating on them. I wanted to say I was sorry and
explain that I was only trying to save them from their alcoholism.
Instead I started to say "hi my name is......" when they hung
up one me. This upset me even more. Now I am not sure what to do.
Should I go back to detox or what? Should I call the police and tell
them that my relatives are drunk? I just dont know what to do.

Happy ****ing Thanksgiving




and a ...... Happy ****ing Thanksgiving to all of you !!!
.............and to all, a good turkey......

I was invited by some of my relatives yesterday for Thanksgiving.
During dinner they kept sipping their wine and I sipped some coffee
instead. After they finished the first bottle of wine, they opened
another. That's when I started telling them how they were turning
into alcoholics. Everytime they poured another glass of the poison, I
would say "Hi, my name is Greg and I am an alcoholic. Would any of
you like to admit you are an alcoholic and address the table with your
reason for drinking"?

There's your first problem. If you truly followed the program you'd already
know how pointless it is to try forcing the idea on anyone. If they don't
see their own problem they'll generally resist being told by someone else.
It's usually not until someone reaches their very lowest that they reach out
for help. So by being a sanctimonious ass you CAUSED the trouble. Plenty
of folks drink, even to occasional excess, without being alcholics. That
and if you're in the program it's undoubtedly because of the wreck drinking
made of your life (done the 8th step yet?). If these are family members
they already KNOW what trouble your drinking problem has caused. It'd
certainly come off as pompous, at best, to hear you preaching to others
about their drinking habits.

Live and learn, and go to a few meetings to hear why what you did was a bad
idea.