I quit drinking the first time in my early thirties. For the rest of their lives, my closest family continued to offer me alcohol. Even AFTER I told them I was an alcoholic.
#1. They don't get it. They don't understand if they haven't had that monkey on their back.
#2. They offer everyone a drink, it's "hospitality."
#3. They are wrapped up in their own heads, what I do is off their radar and/or they forget.
I just kept declining. That was really my only choice, right? I mean I could have made a big deal of it and stomped around, but to what end? They couldn't make me eat oysters or okra, either.
