St. Patrick's Day. The day of my ancestors. A day to celebrate my Irish pride. It use to be one of my favorite holidays. That was before the strings were attached. I am sure you all can guess those strings. Anyone with a loved-one who is an alcoholic knows about how tough "celebrations" can be. I have to drink, I'm celebrating that I am Irish. To not do so would do disservice to my nationality. Some of these celebrators are not even of Irish decent. Some, like my husband, are only a little Irish from a long time back. More often than not, they do not even partake of Irish whiskey or green beer. In the case of my husband, it will be Budweiser. Nothing more American than that.

I am African-Irish. I celebrate the holidays of both of my nationalities. Kwanzaa is a big to-do that my husband does not participate in because there is no drinking. For St. Patty's day, I cook up a huge dinner and invite my family over. I put my son in his adorable "I'm cute and Irish" shamrock teeshirt. I love the holidays. My husband takes that away from me.

We have had several good days as of late. Maybe that is why I have not posted in awhile. He has been attentive to the children, kind to me, and most notable, awake and sober. I have lost hope that things will stay this way. I will enjoy it for as long as it lasts, but I fear from past experiences, that it will not be long.

In any case, erinn go braugh to all of my dear friends!