Adult Children of Alcoholics Community Group
A Support Group for Adult Children of Alcoholics
My worthless idiot dad never missed a day of work, or day at church----or 12 hours at the bars on Saturday.
Twelve hours to bars on a Saturday...! Was too much for me to wrap my brain around, for almost my entire life. Was just so taken for granted by me. He would leave the house around noon or 2 in afternoon, and then come home, with my mom, as the cliché goes, angrily waiting at living room door, after the bars were closed. I'd be awake, watching some horror movie; dysfunctional nostalgia: horror movies on tv after midnight when I was a kid.
Maybe my phoney, scumbag, dad blew most of his paychecks playing cards, or going to bordellos----cause he never came home, usually driving from another town, too drunk. Whatever he did on Saturdays, he seemed to blow most of his big Bethlehem steel paychecks, cause I grew up poor, in a dilapidated house.
Saturdays bars till about 3 in morning----then to church. My lowlife, cold hearted, crazy, dad, even told me how he thought "that is what confession is for." Waste your paychecks at bars, go to bars till 3 in morning, then confess to the priest---my scumbag dad didn't say it that way, but that's what it amounted to.
And, my money wasting, boozing, dad even complained to the priest of me being on welfare----cause he related how the priest told him how welfare causes less problems in poor families!
(mike, in carbon county, pa)
Twelve hours to bars on a Saturday...! Was too much for me to wrap my brain around, for almost my entire life. Was just so taken for granted by me. He would leave the house around noon or 2 in afternoon, and then come home, with my mom, as the cliché goes, angrily waiting at living room door, after the bars were closed. I'd be awake, watching some horror movie; dysfunctional nostalgia: horror movies on tv after midnight when I was a kid.
Maybe my phoney, scumbag, dad blew most of his paychecks playing cards, or going to bordellos----cause he never came home, usually driving from another town, too drunk. Whatever he did on Saturdays, he seemed to blow most of his big Bethlehem steel paychecks, cause I grew up poor, in a dilapidated house.
Saturdays bars till about 3 in morning----then to church. My lowlife, cold hearted, crazy, dad, even told me how he thought "that is what confession is for." Waste your paychecks at bars, go to bars till 3 in morning, then confess to the priest---my scumbag dad didn't say it that way, but that's what it amounted to.
And, my money wasting, boozing, dad even complained to the priest of me being on welfare----cause he related how the priest told him how welfare causes less problems in poor families!
(mike, in carbon county, pa)
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A tree outside where I live is dying, seemingly from dog urine----with the bully in my building going out his way to not only have his dog urinate there but to have the dog urinate on the fence and sign I bought to try save the tree----and then slide the sign under my apt door.Turns out that was a TRIGGER for me----bullying and humialtion right out of high school. I didn't realize it at the...
Billy
I'm glad you were able to get sober when young.
Between bullying at school and the hatefulness, shame, and feeling morally superior to me ( though I didn't even drink till legal age 21), from my parents, it was too much for me to figure out.
I have, at least, gotten most of this out of my system, though where for uneducated, broke, old, me to go from here is a another big question for me.
I'm sorry that you went through similar problems.
My journey has slowed down, considerably right now; I am glad I can at least have the energy to post here today, after a long time off the site.