And Thus An Adult In Need Of Therapy Was Set In Motion
My parents are divorced. My younger brother and I live with our father most of the time.
One day, my mother bought me a few bottles of apple cider, which my eleven-year-old brother mistook for apple juice. Even after I clarified the misunderstanding, he still kept trying to drink the cider. In fact, I think he was more enthusiastic now as he wanted to brag to his classmates that he had drunk alcohol.
My mother was visiting one dinner, and my brother got a bottle of apple cider out of the fridge and poured himself a cup.
I protested, of course, but neither of my parents spoke up, so I let the matter be.
It was only after I poured myself my own cup of cider that the discussion about our underage drinker came up.
Me: “Speaking of cider, why are you guys letting a certain eleven-year-old boy drink?”
Father: *To Mom* “I thought you would stop him. You’re the responsible one.”
Mom: “Huh? Me? I thought you would stop him. It’s your house!”
Me: “Are you kidding me? I thought you guys would stop him. You’re his parents!”
Brother: *Waves the empty cup* “Thanks for the drink!”