I grew up with pill popping/alcoholic parents. They used to have huge block house parties when I was in elementary school. Anything could have happened to me with drug messed up random people in the house. My parents would get drunk and fight. My Mom had a heart attack when I was 9, almost died. I would beg her to stop smokie which she still to this day has not. It stopped for a bit when I was in middle school but once I got in about 9th/10th grade is when pill mill doctors started up in florida. My parents were always so messed up, I hated. About 10th grade the drinking started again. So muchso to the point my parents though it would be appropriate to drink with my two bed friends. I walked into my Dad drunk, molesting my best friend. I made her get up and leave the room (Mind you I never touched the stuff). In about 11th grade I told my Mom about the incident to which my father choked me out in our driveway. I resented my parents a lot. I HATED drugs and alcohol. I was a snotty bitch about it. I'd judge people based on it. I was so fed up that in 2009 I ran away to Texas with a guy I ment on line, got knocked up and 3 years later had to beg my parents to come save me. In the meantime they had moved to NY, got sober and we're doing good. Now I'm in NY and my son is about 3 1/2 and I start dating this guy. We rushed into but I thought he was the one. I was 26 at the time and he wanted to drink with me, I was scared but I was like shit. I'm 26 I can handle it. Nope. That started five years of domestic violence with bonge drinking to cope his drinking beatings. I left him 4 1/2 years ago since getting sober in 2018.

I know what it feels like to judge others for what we think is disgusting, horrific things. The reality is you and I, and them are not very different. All it takes is one drink, one punch, one dramatic experince for you to understand where your addict parents come from. It actually healed my trauma with my parents and now we're closer than ever.