The title of this thread is how I felt for a long time. I was born in 1968 the youngest of four and the only girl. My daddy was an abusive drunk, my mama was a coward. I know those words sound hard to say about the woman that gave me life and did everything in her power to provide for me, and my brothers. Still she stood by and let my daddy do cruel and unthinkable acts towards us kids. I have come to terms with it now, it ruined my life, and my brothers as well. I know she lived with the guilt of not being a stronger woman, and removing us from the hell we were all put through because of one man. I was born into addiction, I was raised in addiction and then I became the addict. Two of my three brothers did too. I'm speaking of booze the true gateway drug. Don't be fooled alcohol is a drug, it's legal but still it is man made in a brewery. I hate It, I hated it from the moment I knew what it was. I hated it when I used. I hate it to this day.