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Many years ago, I to spend New Year's Eve with my family. I new year with my parents but I had nowhere to go, and being with my family seemed preferable to being on my own. When my parents the door I could see they , and that they were genuinely happy to see me. I addicted to alcohol for 10 years, and for them, seeing me was the confirmation that I wasn't dead in an alley. Unfortunately, I nothing new or exciting to tell them, just the same sad old stories. I from crappy job to crappy job, being invariably sacked, and I to crime whenever I was out of money. During dinner, I a few glassfuls of whisky. I something to ease the pain, because for the whole evening my sisters at me with such contempt that it was unbearable. My own sisters me. Then I had a moment of realisation; I that they would never hate me as much as I hated myself. When we finished dinner I one last glass of whisky. "I'm going into rehab," I said. My parents at me with some kind of hope. But my sisters just down with disdain. They perfectly well that I had been in rehab centres many times before, and that this time wouldn't be different. But this time, it was different. After that day, I that look in my sisters' eyes every day, every time I to drink. Ten years later, on a New Year's Eve, I thanked my sisters because they my life.