I vowed I would never inflict this kind of torture on a child myself
I am still haunted by those childhood memories of my father’s drinking.
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I am still haunted by those childhood memories of my father’s drinking.
We never went without food, clothes, necessities, but we did go without guidance.
My teenage years were blighted by alcohol having a higher priority than me.
I know what it means to live in poverty with parents who spend first on alcohol and cigarettes.
I don’t think you ever recover from growing up with an alcoholic parent. What is interesting is how far you go to hide it.
Us 3 lived on the pub doorsteps with bottles of lemonade sent out every hour.
I have tried every trick in the book to get my dad to go and get help.
I donât hate my Mum anymore, Iâm over the anger, I think what prevails is an overwhelming sense of sadness.
My sister and I have been the children of an alcoholic since we can remember.
I stood in silence next to her bed, experiencing a succession of emotions. Disappointment. Anger. Rejection.
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