This is awesome.
Hi, my name is Shayla and I’m the daughter of an alcoholic. I guess from what my ma told me he had been an alcoholic since he was 16, but she married him anyway when he was 19. They immediately had my brother and I. He worked so he was what you call a “functioning alcoholic”. My first memories of my da are of him hitting my mother. He was mean to her. He was always hitting her. He was always yelling at us and at her. He never wanted to go out and do anything. He only cared about his beer and drinking. He cheated on my mother a lot also. I hated him. I felt like I didn’t even have a father. One night he told my ma he met a rich beautiful girl in the city and he was leaving her and they fought. I couldn’t…
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