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Why Parents Drink

I got this as an email from my hubby.  He simply says: "Thought this was funny."  

We are like every other parent on the planet with our share of problems.  

Now on the scale of things our problems, while troubling to us, where not as bad as other parents faced.  But we have shared the universal concerns, worries and frustration that many of you are facing now, and some of you will, might, face in the future.  

The "letter" is funny and poignant to us because some of what the son writes seems so similar.

Why Parents Drink

 A father passing by his son's bedroom was astonished to see that his bed was nicely made and everything was picked up. Then he saw an envelope propped up prominently on the pillow that was addressed to 'Dad.'

With the worst premonition he opened the envelope with trembling hands and read the letter.
Dear Dad: It is with great regret and sorrow that I'm writing you. I had to elope with my new girlfriend because I wanted to avoid a scene with Mom and you. I have been finding real passion with Stacy and she is so nice. But I knew you would not approve of her because of all her piercing, tattoos, tight motorcycle clothes and the fact that she is much older than I am.
But it's not only the passion... Dad, she's pregnant.

Stacy said that we will be very happy. She owns a trailer in the woods and has a stack of firewood for the whole winter. We share a dream of having many more children. Stacy has opened my eyes to the fact that marijuana doesn't really hurt anyone. We'll be growing it for ourselves and trading it with the other people that live nearby for cocaine and ecstasy.
In the meantime we will pray that science will find a cure for AIDS so she can get better. She deserves it.

Don't worry Dad, I'm 15 and I know how to take care of myself. Someday I'm sure we will be back to visit so you can get to know your grandchildren.

Love, Your Son John

P.S. Dad, none of the above is true. I'm over at Tommy's house. I Just wanted to remind you that there are worse things in life than a Report card that is in my center desk drawer. I love you. Call me when it's safe to come home.

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