I wish things were different, I wish we were different
Facing up to the effect my drinking had on my children.
‘You feel like you are doing your parent a disservice if you are only talking about the drunk parent.’
As a young girl I remember the fear of coming in from school.
For a second I had a glimpse of a family where alcohol was not the priority.
If it’s only a tiny flicker, it is there and we can find something good in the most awful of happenings.
Sometimes I feel relief that she is gone, relief that the merry go round I was on has finally stopped and will never start again. Guilt is the main emotion that has accompanied this relief
To the world outside everything was fine, a normal middle class family.