Have you ever wondered what alcohol does to a family? Well, sit back and let me tell you a story.
My parents were what you could call weekend alcoholics. Yes, just as the name implies.... I am sure there are many people who can be classified and even call themselves -or even you - a weekend alcoholic.
When Friday afternoon was here -which was immediately after work - the party usually started. Here I would be sitting at home alone at 9 yrs of age or getting dropped off at grandpa and grandma's home for the weekend, again.
The feeling of utter loneliness, hurt, confusion and internal turmoil would haunt me from the inside out. I remember crying myself to sleep. I recall looking out the window..till the wee hours of the morning knowing. NO! actually hoping - that the next car driving by would be my mom stopping to pick me up and take me home.....just like she said. Yet, it never happened. The power of HOPE that a child has. The innocence of believing that what they tell you - they would actually do but when it does not happen your entire little world of what you know about it comes crashing down on you. Leaving you feeling so . . . so. . . I honestly do not have the words to describe the feeling that I had. ALL I know is that it HURT. Deeply.
Have you ever felt like that? Have you ever felt the pain of a broken heart - the hurt being so intense that it was almost too difficult to cry.. and when you did cry the heaviness of your heaving left your chest painfully aware that you really miss Mommy and Daddy and all you want is to be with them. Even if you know that they are drunk....
More next time.....
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