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Post by majestyjo on Nov 9, 2017 21:45:24 GMT -5
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Post by majestyjo on Sept 29, 2019 5:40:23 GMT -5
Sounds like order out of my dad's mouth. What ever or the drunken "So...?"
He would fall asleep with a cigarette in one hand and a drink in the other. Would go through the motions and 20-30 min. later he would be back in the kitchen pouring himself a drink. I was afraid he was going to burn the house down. My son was 8. It was hard getting enough sleep to do my job.i had to travel 18 miles to one job and 25 to another. Of course I was stressed, so I started helping my dad drink hi supply. 1 was 32 (just met the man I was to marry the next year) and didn't find recovery until I was 49.
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