Ohhhhh! So that's how I learned it!
As I was growing up, my father was a binge drinker. You know sober for a month or so, then drank for a week till he got sick.
My mother drank every Sunday night and got on the phone and yapped. Those poor people she'd call!
These were my role models for controlling your drink. I have now grown up and am 40 and wonder why is it that when I have a drink, I want to drink till I have had enough...and not just have 1 or 2, that's it.
It has now become a scarey thing where I have been consumed by the thought of being an alcoholic myself!
It makes me angry at them. It hurts.