I found this a very powerful and honest piece. I’d encourage you to read it, especially if you’ve lived near alcoholism.
My father died of cirrhosis of the liver at forty, while my mother, with ice tinkling in her glass, terrorized everyone and everything in her path. Even the goldfish were afraid of her.
As a kid growing up with serious drinkers, you never knew what to expect leaving its mark on you as an adult.
Why are you so edgy Susannah….always waiting for the other shoe to drop? A question I’ve been asked my whole life.
Well I’ll tell you, and it took 10 years in a 12 Step program to educate me on why I’m the way I am.
Imagine being raised by wolves, but just not as well.
I’d come home from school every day not sure what I’d find.
Would my mother be blissfully in the kitchen baking, or in my room breaking my 45s over…
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