Scarred for life
My mum kicked my dad out; my dad weren’t having none of it so he smashed my mum’s window and then started calling my mum names.
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My mum kicked my dad out; my dad weren’t having none of it so he smashed my mum’s window and then started calling my mum names.
Even now when he is in hospital at least once a month from blacking out. Even now we know that his liver is beyond repair.
When the bell rung at 3pm, most of my friends couldn’t wait to get out of school. For me, I dreaded that sound.
When I look back I seem to have spent a lot of my childhood cleaning, the only way I could make myself calm in the chaos.
I never knew how I would feel the day I lost her as our relationship was turbulent.
But the thing that keeps me strong is help lines and I realise I am not alone.
I realised that I had kept all my feelings bottled inside me for so many years.
I kind of treated her illness as my illness, as though we were both alcoholics.
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.
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