Ever since I can remember, my father drank alcohol. My father would come home late loud, obnoxious and unstable. All the symptoms of being a drunk. My father had a drinking problem, he had a disease know as alcoholism. He thought there was nothing in this entire world that was wrong with him . He believed that he wasn't different but that it was everyone around him that was different. My father honestly did not think he had a problem. To him he just liked having "fun" every now and then. What he didn't realize was that his type of "fun" wasn't just every now and then it was happening every night.
My mother and father would fight and argue all the time, almost every night that my mother waited up for him to get home. It was a never ending battle between them two that my father would always win because my mom would get so frustrate she would start crying and have to leave the room.
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