The Drinking Man
"When I reached 50 I thought I would be all one piece. I am nothing like my mother but like her I tied my star to a drinking man."
When I reached 50, I thought I’d be all one piece, know myself so to speak, but there are days when I look in the mirror and see my mothers face, even down to the texture and grain of skin.
We were really nothing alike. She was uneducated but loved opera, petite, timid but ferociously stubborn.
I’m not those things so much, but like her, I tied my star to a drinking man, except I was never bashed. They say you continually deal with three or so issues in a lifetime. In my dreams someone is always drunk or stoned, but I guess I’ve broken the back of that family pattern. My partner of over 25 years has been clean and sober for just on 20. His anniversary is St Patrick’s Day and we live in Shamrock Street.