http://domestic-violence-memior-blog.comMy family was not like anyone’s I figured out. Mine was in endless upheaval from my parents and domestic abuse I witnessed. Alcoholism with all its glory tearing away at anything promising or any opportunities to have any normality. I didn’t figure out why things were not like this nor did I hold the capacity to make sense of it all.
I was ashamed of my fathers manners, boozer and essentially learned the poorest emotions of hate. I loathed him. He injured my mom, for not approving of me to go or do anything with girlfriends, not being able to bring a friend home for the unsurity of how drunk he’d be,
I became extremely angry, insecure, felt less than, unworthy to accomplish much to make him happy and proud of me.