For health and budget reasons, I've tried to limit my mom to three 16 ounce cans of beer a day. So far its failed miserably. She raged out on the first day and was a nightmare to be around. On the second day she cried non-stop and complained of chest pains so I relented and gave her a fourth beer. Today my dad surrendered completely and sneaked a six pack to her.

I'm tempted to move out and let them fall apart. But the idea of being estranged from my entire family upsets me greatly. I don't want them to die calling out my name. I could never forgive myself. So for now I'm going to keep trying to soldier on. Come up with some sort of compromise that doesn't have me spending six hundred dollars a month on beer, cigarettes and bullshit.

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