I grew up with a father who was alcoholic. He still is. I remember a lot of arguments in my home between my parents. My father wouldn’t pull his weight and his alcoholism led to him being verbally abusive. When his abuse got physical my mother packed up myself, my brother and sister and left. While we were growing up she didn’t speak ill of him and encouraged us to maintain a relationship with him. As I grew older I understood that his first concern was always what he found in bottom of a bottle. He scarred his kids for life. This taught me a valuable lesson and I live to give my own kids a good life and a positive role model.