I'm not sure why my adoptive parents wanted to visit my wife and I given all the bad blood between us. I guess on some level I thought they might have wanted to reconcile and make good our relationship. When will I learn?

My first impression when I saw them, having not seen them for two years, was how frail they looked. I couldn't believe that the thin, small, 80 year old man before me used to be capable of intimidating me (200 pounds, 5'11") to point at which I would tremble with fear. The old lady who was once so formidable looked weak and vulnerable as she hobbled about on her sticks.

It didn't take long for the true nature of my parents to break through the veneer however and underneath they were the same. It's still uncomfortable to visit the various hurtful discussions and events of last weekend, maybe the next post I'll explore that. 

Today I'm recovering from a weekend of binge drinking and a week of trying to get back on the waggon.

Today though is a new day. I get to go home having been away on business all week and see my beautiful family. Today I'm not drinking.