As for me, I dealt with a step-father who had been part of my life for 11 years. He had an addiction to alcohol and cocaine. The addiction first started with him going out with his friends once In a while. That soon turned into every night with his friends. Although I was young in age it affected my mother, younger sister and I as well.
I pretended nothing was going on with me and him. She asked me a second time and I finally understood that everything we did together was wrong. I broke into tears and hugged her. She asked me a few more questions while my sister and mom were in the other room. They took some of my clothes that he touched recently and asked to speak to my mother.
Although my father’s addiction might not have made the best childhood, he did show me the kind of person I did not want to be. Growing up with an alcoholic dad showed me the damage that addiction has not only on the individual, but also on the people around. I have seen my mother cry because my dad would rather get drunk than spend time with us. I have seen my father unable to walk or talk. When my dad is drunk, he is a completely different person, short-temper and
I was feeling like I couldn’t help myself, like an addict strung out on drugs. Once I realized how much out of character I had gotten, that’s when I knew for sure that something was wrong. That caused me to start doing research on food addictions. I was blown away when I discovered that food addiction was real. That was the day that my eyes come open to that fact that people were not just making
January 11, 2013, I wake up to yelling, prayers, and crying. I walked into the kitchen where all the noises were coming from and I found my mother on the floor crying, talking on the phone with my godmother. My father was there by her side, trying hard not to cry while supporting his wife. I didn’t know what was happening, this was the first time I’ve seen my mom so vulnerable and broken. My parents didn’t tell me anything other than my grandmother was in critical condition at the hospital, but with god's help she would overcome this hard time.
Thankfully, she recovered swiftly. We were able to finally go home and start our new life together. Bringing this little girl into my life changed me for the better. It was as though life didn’t exist before she was born. Although things didn’t go smoothly, I wouldn’t change a thing.
I received a devastating call from my mother on her way home crying and her saying “He gone.” I couldn’t hear anything my mother was saying so I started yelling like “Mom you have to calm down I can’t hear you.” She said back to me so clear and I thought I was dreaming when she said, “Your dad is gone Tay call your aunt now.” I instantly fell to the floor and cried to where my sister was calling, and I couldn’t talk because I was so hurt. I called my aunt because I thought it was some mistake but when my aunt picked that phone up and was crying and I was screaming her name and she wasn’t answering I knew that it was true, so I hung up with her and just kept crying I couldn’t control it. My sister called back because I had hung up with her, she kept saying breath please I took a deep breath and told her what happen, and she told me she was on her way. I heard the front door of the house open and seen my mother all I could do was run to her and continue crying we held each other for about an hour till we realize we had to go get my brother. When she said that I knew this situation wasn’t going to get any better only worse.
My mum is an only child, so I often ask her what it was like growing up. I imagine she had all the attention she wanted and how peaceful and calm her life was. I so wish for a life of bliss and amicable. However, I could not envision my life without my family. I adore the feeling of that homely welcoming and the warmth of a huge family.
He calls me "Mommy" all the time, he gets so excited to see me and tells me he loves me. God gave me another opportunity to be a mother of another child. He came into my life in vulnerable, innocent way, having no idea of what was going on. I will never forget the day when he was four months his dad came to drop him off and he smiles and reaches for me after a long time of not seeing me I didn't think he would remember me. At that moment I knew he felt secure with me, he knew everything was going to be okay when I was around, and I am not going to fail