When Family Dinners Feel Like a Game of Jenga 🍷😬

I used to think growing up meant freedom, but no one warned me that adulthood could mean tiptoeing around my dad’s drinking. Every holiday or Sunday dinner in our small-town kitchen feels like a high-stakes balancing act—one wrong word, and everything could topple. I try to set boundaries, but the guilt is always there, whispering that I should be doing more, even when I know I can’t fix him. It’s exhausting to care so much and still feel powerless. Sometimes, I just want to talk to someone who understands what it’s like to love a parent but dread what their addiction brings into the room. Have you ever felt stuck between wanting to help and needing to protect your own peace? If you’ve been there, I’d really love to hear your story. Maybe we can help each other feel a little less alone. 🫂 #FamilyStruggles #Alcoholism #SettingBoundaries #FamilyRelationships