For many years, my life at home was a nightmare I wished I could wake up from. My father was not always a bad man. In fact, growing up, he was the most loving, hardworking, and humorous person in our family. But everything changed the day alcohol took control of his life. What started as “just a drink with friends” slowly turned into a terrifying addiction that nearly tore our family apart.
It began subtly. He would come home late, talking loudly, laughing at nothing, and ignoring everyone. But soon, the laughter disappeared, and anger took its place. He became easily irritated and violent. I remember nights when we would hear his footsteps and immediately freeze.…CONTINUE READING
