Through multiple life changing events, I can actually say, I’ve come a long way. All my life I’ve felt like a failure or maybe just short of a miracle.
I’m an adult child of an alcoholic father. Growing up was hell. He was always cussing, always yelling, always threatening to kill the rest of us. It was chaos. I was scared to death. I felt there was no peace. My brothers and I played outside when he was drunk.
We were constantly moving. I remember going to different elementary schools during years K through 7th grade. It was because of him. He would drink a lot and start yelling and screaming at us. He also damaged property that wasn’t ours. He was a monster.
I really didn’t have a chance to grow up. Sometimes I catch myself repeating those emotions of a little girl. I was always looking after someone else. I had three younger brothers. When mom worked, I was looking after them until we all grew up. Most of the time I was feeling like something was missing.
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