This story is a quick and painful one. My husband’s father is an addict and alcoholic. Of course the entire family knows this and I knew it when I married my husband.
We were at my husband’s grandmother’s house onfor our first married Christmas celebration, having just said the blessing over the food and were standing in the kitchen, getting ready to eat. That was the point my FIL leaned over to me and said “got any plans later tonight?” I just looked at him and said “Yes, I’m going home with your son”.
At least he dropped it after that. Oh yeah and his nickname for me that year was “Big Boobs B…..”. It was a lovely.