I grew up in a home with 4 brothers and two sisters. As A child there was no love in my home. As children we were abused both mentally and physically. I remember my dad would come home drunk and he was a mean drunk. He would get his guns and knives out and threaten us kids.
He would whip us with switches and belts and a leather strap. He would stand in our kitchen and throw the dishes out in the yard and break them. He tried to set my mothers bed on fire one time and tried to burn her to death. He came within inches of blowing my little sisters foot off. When I started to go to church with some friends he called me a street walker and a whore because I was trying to do something good for my life. I never got hugs or knew what it was to be loved. and i left home when I was 19 and hitch hiked all over and had bad things happen to me then. and then I married my husband and he was an alcoholic too and he was abusive to me both physically and mentally, I stayed with him for 27 years until he passed away in 2007.
My life with an alcoholic and abusive dad
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