My Alcoholic Family.I'm not gonna lie, I've drank before. In fact, I even started to become addicted to it and I actually CRAVED it. Finally I realized I was becoming what I always told myself I'd never be. I drank too much and in one night, chipped a tooth, lost my newly pierced eyebrow ring (Hole closed up) and worst of all, cheated on my boyfriend. I haven't drank since.
Anyway, since I can remember, my father and step-mom would drink. All. The. Freaking. Time. I would even come home from school to find my Step mother drunk off wine, or whatever nasty crap she'd drink. Since I was little, I'd see them fighting, drunk stupid fighting. The worst fight I remember was when I was little, maybe like 6 or 7. I was trying to sleep and my Father was fighting my Pop pop (My favorite person in the world) My Dad was drunk and he hit him and he ended up laying on the floor crying. I hated my Dad for that. So f*cking much. I hate what alcohol has done to me and the people I love around me, I hate what it does to people. I hate it. It's ruined my life. After my Pop pop died, a month or so later my Step-mom left my dad. He then stopped going to work and did nothing but drink all day and into the night and our house got foreclosed. My step-mom was the only "Mother figure" I really had, from when I was 4 to 17. she didn't even say bye when she left, and we don't talk now. I hate how things turn out. Now I live with my friend, and I don't have to be around that mess anymore.