My dad was a complete raging alcoholic, but growing up I didn’t know it was an addiction he had. An addiction that controlled his every thought and action of every day for years. An addiction that made my dad hateful, physically, and emotionally abusive towards his wife and children. An addiction he would eventually be able to pass on to me and one sister and brother.
An addiction that taught me I needed to be tougher, more controlling to get what I wanted in life. An addiction that also taught me I needed to be a better wife and endure my physical and emotional abuse from two husbands. Why? Because that’s what my mom did, she stayed through it all that’s how it goes, and I didn’t want my parents to see me as a failure.

CHILDHOOD NIGHTMARES

My dad was a complete raging alcoholic, but growing up I didn’t know it was an addiction he had. An addiction that controlled his every thought and action of every day for years. An addiction that made my dad hateful, physically, and emotionally abusive towards his wife and children. An addiction he would eventually be able to pass on to me and one sister and brother.
An addiction that taught me I needed to be tougher, more controlling to get what I wanted in life. An addiction that also taught me I needed to be a better wife and endure my physical and emotional abuse from two husbands. Why? Because that’s what my mom did, she stayed through it all that’s how it goes, and I didn’t want my parents to see me as a failure.

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