When the majority children think about their adolescent years they think about the joyful times, but I remember standing outside, with my Minnie Mouse suitcase, waiting for my father to pick me up like he promised, but he never showed. In general, I cannot remember much about him during the 10 year span of my adolescents that he was heavily drinking. My father and mother officially divorced when I eighteen months old and my mother was granted sole custody when she was twenty-two. From there things fell into a downward spiral, when I was three years old my father tried to drive while under the influence with me in the car which concluded in a restraining order which was dropped when I was four years old. By the time I was six I began to recognize
