Healing my inner child as the daughter of an alcoholic
The domestic violence happened at home, behind closed doors.
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The domestic violence happened at home, behind closed doors.
From the outside I was seen to be a lucky, privileged child with no right to complain
They worry about the potentially embarrassing repercussions.
Us 3 lived on the pub doorsteps with bottles of lemonade sent out every hour.
I look forward to finding ‘me’; the woman I was meant to be; to being affirmed in my journey. I didn’t know what I was looking for, and had almost given up. Now I know; it’s me!
But you will keep the secret to yourself that isn’t even a secret.. You don’t talk about it, you don’t talk about yourself, you don’t talk about your family, you keep your hopes and dreams to yourself but you don’t know why.
I had three daddies. ‘Nice daddy’, ‘funny daddy’ who was just slightly drunk, and then of course ‘nasty daddy’.
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