It's Friday night and my 12 year old son and I have decided that we are going to spend a wonderful night playing video games and sitting in our pajama's. Perfect thought until we get hungry. We live in the Hart so delivery not an option without paying an arm and a leg, so I head to Little Ceasers in Spruceland in my pajama pants. I walk in and there are two very-intoxicated girls laughing and pointing at me... openly... like me at my age can be bullied. I snicker get my pizza and go back to my warm bed to kick some butt in Mario Party.
But my thoughts keep wandering to these two girls laughing at some secret about me that they think they know... and to them I want to say this... there was a time when I waitressed for a living in a bar when I was young and I drank a lot. I was at places at inappropriate times drunk, I remember waking up thinking what the heck did I do and feeling physically ill from the thought of it. I remember staying out all night having a great time and thinking I would never do this again the next day when I was so sick I couldn't move. I remember being pulled over for drinking and driving and spitting on a police officer and almost going to jail when my son was a year old. I remember the shame I felt and the oath I took then and there to not drink anymore to not need that anymore... to not be pathetic anymore. And, of course, I lost some friends. And yes it is hard to find sober fun sometimes in this town. And yes people who have never had a drinking problem will never understand and will always push, but now all I want to be is a good mother, and this mother had a request to hang out in pajamas and play video games with an after thought of pizza. So you sit in a pizza place on central on Friday night at 8 p.m. drunk out of your minds and laugh at me cause you think my life is pathetic and I will laugh to myself at the stupidity because I know yours is.
Dianna Higginson
Prince George
