"I discovered that I was feeling sorry for my father."
This pretty much sums up what I was feeling/thinking when my dad came home drunk one day (he was an alcoholic). He started yelling at my mom about something I can't remember. I was kind of too young to remember all of the details, but I still remember when he was about to hit my mom with some huge container and my brother basically tackled him to the ground. At this point I'm crying and my dad and brother are wresting each other. Eventually they're both up and my dad has him by the throat literally holding him off the ground. My mom eventually steps in and yanks my dad's ponytail (yes, he had a ponytail lol) making him let go and screams at him to never touch her kids again. She forces him to leave and go to his friend's house. Over time my mom and dad had arguments over his alcoholism and let him know that he either kept drinking or kept us as a family. I actually wasn't aware that they were about to divorce until after his death which was a huge surprise to me. I always saw my parents as the two happiest people together. I never really thought that his drinking was a huge problem since he never really hit us or anything too serious. Over all, I started feeling sorry for him that he had this really bad habit that could have torn our family apart, which it probably was going to if he was still here.
Why is it that everyone that has a good personality has always gone through something like this. I'd usually try to make a joke here, but I simply can't. I personally don't have any alcoholics in my family but I have plenty who abuse drugs so I feel I can somewhat relate, but I've never had someone that close to me like that.
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