Growing up my Dad was an alcoholic. But he was never a mean drunk. He just got upset really easily. Especially if thing were left out like the night that my mom had done laundry she folded my clothes right before she went to bed but left my clothes basket in the laundry room to put them away the next morning.My dad found them and then when to throw them out.So the next morning my sister, my mom,and me had to pick my clothes out of the disgusting,smelly .moldy trash that went on till I was 8 years old but it ended the day that my whole family's life changed.
It was a Saturday night in July, my mom, my sister and me were across the street at our neighbor Mikes house. My mom and my sister were sitting in the garage