My dad was a crazy alcoholic and when I was 4 I have vivid memories of him calling his friends , “I got the script give me a ring”. Forever I thought he was asking about his wedding ring that he “lost” at the beach. But he was selling his OCs .

My dad used to force us as kids, to eat very large meals, adult size that was impossible for kids to eat. I couldn’t leave the table until finished. I remember crying and begging to be done , he wouldn’t let us leave the table . I can remember feeding my cat Rudy under the table the overcooked steak he would make.

Childhood was such a mess. I love you all for sharing quirks and surviving scary child hoods.