I grew up in a family that had both parents that were alcoholics and I had 4 other brother and sisters. By the time I was older enough to realize who was around I had only 2 sisters and 1 brother. My oldest brother had already moved out and developed his own family. When I was 10 years old I lost my oldest sister whom I was very close to and was my one guardian. She died on June 30, 1982. She left behind a 13 month old boy whom I ended up raising while I also brought up my niece and nephew who were right around the same age because they were all going out drinking. I tolerated so much alcohol growing that I grew up hating it but then I still managed to live with a man that abused me and was very abusive to me. Soon I walked out from him and found my husband. Thankfully I have a wonderful a husband. He has helped me to handle alot of the past memories and the feelings that I having been addressing lately. I have just recently started to face alot of the abuse and depression that I have suffer from the abuse that I have taken from the way I was treated.
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