I'm not sure if this belongs in this section, but oh well. This is just a brief description of how my parents were when I was growing up. I grew up in a terrible house, and its still really bad even though they divorced two years ago.
My Mother...
Since before I was born, she has been addicted to prescription drugs. She has stolen items of both monetary value and sentimental value from our family as well as others. She had also stolen something that can never be replaced...my childhood. The memories of her being high on drugs reminded me that I was the one who had to take care of my younger brother while my father was away at work.
My Father...
My father's role in my life is very different from any other that I have ever seen. Normally, the police would put an end to child abuse at the first report...but we have reported him 3 times and he has gotten away with it all 3 times. The last time we tried to report him was the worst time ever. He had tried to kill me and my older sister. That was especially traumatizing.
My Mother...
Since before I was born, she has been addicted to prescription drugs. She has stolen items of both monetary value and sentimental value from our family as well as others. She had also stolen something that can never be replaced...my childhood. The memories of her being high on drugs reminded me that I was the one who had to take care of my younger brother while my father was away at work.
My Father...
My father's role in my life is very different from any other that I have ever seen. Normally, the police would put an end to child abuse at the first report...but we have reported him 3 times and he has gotten away with it all 3 times. The last time we tried to report him was the worst time ever. He had tried to kill me and my older sister. That was especially traumatizing.