I was, to be honest, disappointed in my grandma. My sweet, old grandmother, who caused my mother so much pain.

I was thinking about it today, and I put myself in my grandma’s position instead of Mom’s. Being banned from alcohol, being greeted with stares that seemed to say, “I wonder if she’s drunk right now…”

For the first time, I was on my grandmother’s side instead of my mother’s. I felt sorry for Grandma.

Sure, it was unhealthy, and ‘inappropriate’ for a grandmother, but in a world where getting drunk seems to be as much fun as it is, it has to be pretty hard to just sit there and say no.

If I were her, and I liked to have some drinks, even if it was more than others, and I sometimes got drunk, I would’ve screamed at everyone yelling at me, just told them to fuck off. I could take the car out to a college campus and play beer pong with all the other party animals.

That’s what I’d do if I were Grandma.

I’m not my grandmother, and I’m not going to have to yell at anyone. Alcohol disgusts me.