Its not that bad... is it?

I wish my mother and I weren't so close at times. Then she wouldn't feel comfortable enough with me to wake me up after our engagement party and say, "I think your husband might be an alcoholic." It's those words and the little "talk" she gave me that have been welling up inside me and making me analyze everything my fiance does. So what that he woke up the morning after the party, popped open a beer, then later opened the champagne and drank it out of the bottle. So what if he buys a 6 pk of beer every couple days and ends up drinking 5 out of the 6 that same night. My mother claims he is in denial--a truth I found to be rather evident when I was observing and analyzing him.

I went ahead and brought it up and he got mad at me. He told me something about how alcoholics polish off a fifth of vodka every night and fall asleep with their kids under one arm and a bottle under the other. Since he's not doing that, I guess he thinks he's not an alcoholic. I don't really know the answer. All I know is that I never considered him an alcoholic before and I was perfectly happy. Then my mom had to go and mess it all up by bringin her goody-2 -shoes morals into it. Now I'm all confused. We are at the age to drink by the way. Early, mid-twenties... that's when people drink and have fun and party. Most of the time its a phase anyway. Hell, she thought I was an alcoholic for a while because I was going out to bars so much. So, yeah! What does she know anyway? Sometimes I just think she needs to get out more. She's so anal about these kind of things. It drives me crazy sometimes. Oh well... what can you do, right?

I guess I'll just raise up my glass and toast to the few years I have left to take advantage of that good old elixer we call.... a-l-c-o-h-o-l.