I own a record and vintage collectibles shop, and some nice folks came in. They didn’t appear drunk or anything, but I could tell they’d just come from the brewery, the smell was so strong.
Even when I was still drinking vino, that smell on people’s breath used to trigger anxiety in me. It brought up deep rooted memories of my grandpa’s breath and the chaos it gave wind to.
Even after they left, the ghost on their breath lingered in the record room of my shop almost half an hour later.
When I was drinking wine heavily, sometimes I’d catch that smell from my own mouth, the smell of too much. A couple times it was on my breath when putting my children to bed.
That is also why I’m here. All of a sudden there have been moments where I smelt boose on me, but not just my breath. It was altering my body odor as well. Which are signs of the liver having a hard time keeping up so the last resort is to expell the acohol out through the poors.
This makes me so sad to think about, but it’s a necessary memory. I cannot for the life of me remember when I heard my children say it, but one of them smelled beer somewhere and made a comment that it smelled like daddy …I hope there is still time enough in my 9 year old’s development to purge at least some of the shitty memories of me out of her head.
Your son will have an amazing role model by you sticking to this. It shows an important lesson. That we cannot avoid mistakes in life, but how we learn and better ourselves as a result of those mistakes, makes for good character and wisdom. Even if your son remembers that forever as long as you stand your ground it can only ever be Dad used to smell like that and thats something to be proud of. Used to. Not does. Used to. It’s time to “used to” permanently
…I hope there is still time enough in my 9 year old’s development to purge at least some of the shitty memories of me out of her head.