Dad got a REALLY good job. Things were going good. I started school. I was shy at first, but people started approaching me, they liked my accent, lol. I was doing really great. Everything was good!
Then something happened, dad's nose wouldn't quit bleeding. He was in the hospital for a long time. Even longer then he normally would have because he was going through dt's of alchohol or something. (Alchohol doesn't make your nose hemorage, but whatever.) He eventually came home. My mom tried so hard to keep him from drinking, but she eventually gave in (as most of us helpers do) and let him drink.
My mom was defeated at this point I think. I don't think she cared anymore. She got really sad. She missed Ky. She started staying angry. I think she didn't like anything anymore. After you try to help someone for so long, you do get defeated.... She stopped fighting with him, just let him do what he wanted.
Then the abuse turned towards me again. He would push me around. She would get in between us when we'd fight. I would get in between them, when they were fighting once I got big enough too. FIghting fighting fighting.... Thats what I grew up around. Addiction and fighting.....
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