My friends bought tequila, and I decided to try it.That tequila led to daily drinking mixed with the pills I took for anxiety. At practice sometime later, I overheard the guys talking smack about my wife.
Having blown the engine in his car, he was working for me to earn money for the repairs.One morning, he decided to take his motorcycle up to Ft. I was in the bar drinking Patrón at my restaurant when my ex-wife called me. “Our son is dead.” Vaughn had been hit and killed by a drunk driver who ran a stop sign. I drank the whole bottle of tequila, then another, and walked through the restaurant and out the front door. I used to think I would get through it, but now I don’t want to! I blamed myself for not fixing the car that Vaughn should have been driving.My father threatened to kill me because I was acting so crazy, so I threw him on the ground outside the restaurant. Over the following two years, I drank, smoked, took pills and had relations with anyone who wanted to be with me. When 2012 rolled around, I was going through yet another divorce and hurting emotionally and physically. During rare moments of clarity, I wondered if this was how it was all going to end. One day, I went golfing with some friends and decided I could have a drink. I quickly graduated to weed, more alcohol, and pills to help me not drink so much.At 15, I decided to avoid any kind of relationship with sex and women. When I got big enough and strong enough to stand up to my father, I threatened him, telling him that if he hurt Mom again, I’d kill him.I did end up kicking his ass, but his behavior didn’t change.