Is it just an addiction or something more?
Many people have an easy life. They grow up in an atmosphere when both parents love each other, there’s hardly any fighting, and things are normal. Many people have a child hood where they have no worries no doubts, the sky is the limit. Life is as easy as it could be. They can do what ever they want when they want to. They play with the kids down the street, playing man hunt and any other kind of competition game you can think of. They build forts in the living for and pretend it’s a pirate ship, the possibilities are endless. There daddy was there savior there rock there best friend. He would fix a boo boo and kiss it and make it all better, making us forget about the pain. Daddy is the person that is there no matter what. But that’s what most little 13 year old kids grow up with.
In my case I have a completely different story. My childhood was not even close to that. Every night there was yelling and arguing. There was sleepless nights tossing and turning. Nothing could change this. Nothing could fix the way I grew up, especially when you grow up with an alcoholic father. Nothing goes the way you want it to. The way that stories and movies talk about a normal family was misleading and false.
In my life there was no perfect family like the Brady bunch or I love Lucy. My father wasn’t home much. During the week he was but that was only when he got home from work which was late at night. By that time he was relaxing with a drink and getting ready for bed. On the weekends was the complete opposite. On the weekend he would be out all day and not see him again till the next morning. We knew he was out drinking but we never knew when he was coming home. It’s a lot to handle being 13 and having to watch and take care of there sibling while there mom was working 3-11.
I remember on day that sticks out more than any other. It was a nice sunny day in spring. It was the weekend and my mom was at work. During the day she...