Saturday evening, I had a gaming night with my friends who live out of state. While playing, over the course of about 5 1/2 hours, I made up 4 Bloody Mary's, which, with my pour of vodka, was about half a handle of Smirnoff. Needless to say, when we stopped playing at 3 am on Sunday morning, I was a bit trashed. I turned the system off, stumbled upstairs to my bedroom, and upon laying down in bed, my wife woke up. She asked me if I had a good time, to which I told her "yes" and thanked her. She gave me a quick kiss goodnight, and I rolled over and passed out in seconds.
Know what I didn't do while completely trashed? Never once did I ever even entertain the thought of molesting my wife. I love her more than anything in this life, but at the same time, even had it been any other woman, I still wouldn't have thought about sexual assaulting the person. Alcohol is not the problem. Anyone who would do something like that has a demented heart and mind, and uses vices like alcohol as an excuse to carry out their evil desires.