When I was younger all I remember is my parents fighting all the time. My dad would stay out late at night and when he would get home he would just start yelling at my mother. It always scared me when he would do this. As the years went on nothing really changed, my mom just kept putting up with everything. I would leave and go play outside when this happened because I didn't want to be around it and see my mom upset all the time.
When I was 8 years old I came home from school and my brother's girlfriend now wife decided to take me to the park, which of course I was excited to go to the park and play. When we came home that afternoon my parents were arguing nothing new for me, but this time my sister acted differently and brought me in the house. I still remember them yelling in the front yard.
Eventually the fighting stopped because my parents had gotten a divorce, I was 9. The agreement was that he would get me every other weekend and at first he would come get me for the weekend. I played fast pitch softball and I remember him never being at my games. Ever. I just ignored it though I just thought he was busy and wouldn't be able to make it. As the years went on he stopped coming to pick me up for the weekends, and of course I was becoming a teenager and I didn't want to hang out with my dad on the weekends.
I made excuses for him my whole life for not being there, and when I grew up and finally understood everything that had happened in my childhood I would never look at him or anyone that remotely acted like him the same. He changed my point of view on drinking, just because I remember what he put my mom through and I didn't wanna be like that. It's not worth it, to lose your whole family over something so small.
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