I’m honored to share the words of a friend who is caught in the collateral damage of alcohol abuse.
There’s an Alien in My Basement
Shhhh! Don’t wake him. There’s an alien in my basement. He sleeps most days and parties most nights. He drinks too much and can’t hold down a job. But he’s in the basement. That’s where he will stay. It’s my little secret, only I can’t keep it quiet any longer so I thought I’d let you in, to the real true fiction of my life. He’s been down there twenty days, and it will likely take two hundred more before he decides to put down the bottle, before I decide to unbolt the door. He’s not a prisoner, just can’t come upstairs, he has all he needs in the basement down there. Refrigerator, microwave, couch and tv, bed to sleep in clothes to wear, a place to shower off the smelly stale beer, an office, his phone and computer, a desk. A pillow, blanket, sheets, for when he decides to rest. The washer and the dryer, my two most prized possessions, those we have to compromise on, that’s a difficult lesson.
I’m upstairs with three kids, playing single mom. I get up at 5am and go to bed just as dawn breaks forth the sky. It’s a crazy, whirlwind life of that I will not lie. The alien in my basement, I don’t know if he’ll survive. To really be quite honest, I’m past caring if he does. I even forgot how to miss him, or what his eyes quite look like. I know it sounds callous, and I hope you won’t judge me. But I’d rather he stay down there if he’s going to keep on drinking. There’s nothing safe about a man who drinks his life away, nothing right about a man who cusses people every day. Nothing loving about a man who hurts the ones he says he needs in his life, so the alien in my basement, well I wrote him out of mine. The kids don’t even ask for him, and he never asks for them. It’s sad to be quite real, that he doesn’t even consider them. He’s squandered a decade- from young maiden to old maid- left my heart in pieces, and I’m the one to blame. I put up too long, with things that shouldn’t be. The only person I can change, is the person I am to be.
So please don’t wake the alien. He’s quite a grouch these days. I am living freedom, up above his cave.