Originally Posted by
Maudcat 
I can’t imagine taking a trip with my addict sib.
I took him to WalMart a while back, normally a 10 minute drive that morphed into 30 minutes because of road construction.
I like to have died, with all the complaining, whining, and general asshattedness he spouts.
Couldn’t decide whether I should ram a guardrail or just pitch him out.
Kidding.
Sort of.
Good luck and good thoughts.
Maudcat,
You have no idea how real the feeling is about the guardrail or pitching out :p But, in all seriousness, I'm used to the drinking, as sad as that is. I know that from this point, I can only move forward with bettering myself in the situation, and reacting in a better way, or just not reacting at all.
Thanks for the good luck and good thoughts!