When I was little, my father was a drunk.  My mom wasn't home very much so I usually had to make the food and clean the house and stuff.  I was washing dishes one night when I was maybe seven, and my mom had gotten in a fight with Dad about something or another.  I think he wanted her to give her a bigger percentage from each John, but she said he would just spend it on booze, or something. Again, I was young and I don't quite remember. Anyway, Mom stormed out again, and Dad was so mad that he came in the kitchen to find me.  I remember looking at the bottle of dish soap, then turning to see him coming at me then I woke up the next morning with a concussion and a gash on my face.  There were bruises all over my body and two of my ribs were broken.  I still carry the scar on my cheek from that cut. And I've never been able to wash dishes since. I don't even go down the isle of the grocery store with the dish soap.
tikitikitimbo3 tikitikitimbo3
18-21, F
2 Responses Aug 16, 2007

Wow, I'm so sorry to hear that. :(

what happened to your dad?