I started drinking at a young age. I used alcohol as a way to fit in with people. It soon turned into something I did by myself just to feel something other than my current situation. When I moved in to my first apartment my drinking got worse. I figured that I was an adult with my own home so I should be able to do what I wanted. As a result of my drinking my son suffered. I did spend a lot of time with him on his school work. He saw me at my worst as the years went by.