There was no safety net then, not for her or us
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.
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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 can’t do anything for my mother – she doesn’t want me, she wants brandy.
I never knew how I would feel the day I lost her as our relationship was turbulent.
I kind of treated her illness as my illness, as though we were both alcoholics.
I am still haunted by those childhood memories of my father’s drinking.
My teenage years were blighted by alcohol having a higher priority than me.
Us 3 lived on the pub doorsteps with bottles of lemonade sent out every hour.
I don’t hate my Mum anymore, I’m 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 was seven years old, all on my own.
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