Somedays I sit here and think how much I would like to drink him away. Make it to where I never met him or that I never cared for him. Than other days I sit here and bawl because I miss him so badly. I don't think there's enough alcohol on the planet to make any of this pain go away. When I was three I was taken away from my mother, father, and brother. I was put in a foster home. Due to the fact that my mother had breast cancer and was too ill to care for me. My dad being an alcoholic was no where to be found when my mom needed him the most or when my brother and I needed him. It wasn't long after I was taken that my brother was taken to. Than my mom dies when I am nine. Growing up with out my mind turned into a living nightmare. God I sure miss her so!
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