Personal Narrative: A Letter To My Father's Alcoholism

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Susan, thank you for sharing a personal experience you and your son had. Both what you said and what Valli stated is too. Not to get off topic, but I was one of those stay at home moms not by choice, but at the demands of my ex-husband that had to have everything perfect, be perfect, act perfect etc. It was exhausting and this was before I was diagnosed with fibromyalgia. However, the difference is I didn’t take any amphetamine nor did I become and alcoholic that by statistic standards I am at risk due to my father’s alcoholism. My father’s alcoholism has always made me conscious of drinking for the wrong reasons and even in college where you tend to see more drinking I did not partake in that pastime.

But, Susan you made a great point

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