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rawdeal · 08-19-2008, 03:15 PM

Something really upset me other day, and usually im immune to any feeling when it comes to my parents drunken actions.

See my alcoholic mother was drunk and in a psychotic rage the other day, screaming and shouting on the staircase about how much she hated my (also drunk) dad, who had barricaded himself in his bedroom. She was telling me she was going to kill him, and i even had to take a butchers knife out of her hand. Sad as it is this is relatively standard for a thursday in my house.

But then, after i took the knife off her i heard breaking glass and she was throwing our only family pictures from the wall to the bottom of the staircase. There was a particularly beautiful one of my parents wedding, the only pic of the (now estranged) extended family & me and my sister as 2 and 3 year old flowergirls, looking up at our parents in awe- she took this one and slammed it on one of the bannisters. This left the photo destroyed with a hole through me, my mother and father. I feel on some level that it is symbolic of the end of any chance of reconciliation with my chronically addicted parents.

Even thinking about it now makes me feel so upset.

08-19-2008, 03:15 PM	#1 (permalink)
rawdeal aka Emma Join Date: Jun 2008 Location: dublin, ireland Posts: 24 Blog Entries: 1	Psychotic mother breaks my heart along with photo Something really upset me other day, and usually im immune to any feeling when it comes to my parents drunken actions. See my alcoholic mother was drunk and in a psychotic rage the other day, screaming and shouting on the staircase about how much she hated my (also drunk) dad, who had barricaded himself in his bedroom. She was telling me she was going to kill him, and i even had to take a butchers knife out of her hand. Sad as it is this is relatively standard for a thursday in my house. But then, after i took the knife off her i heard breaking glass and she was throwing our only family pictures from the wall to the bottom of the staircase. There was a particularly beautiful one of my parents wedding, the only pic of the (now estranged) extended family & me and my sister as 2 and 3 year old flowergirls, looking up at our parents in awe- she took this one and slammed it on one of the bannisters. This left the photo destroyed with a hole through me, my mother and father. I feel on some level that it is symbolic of the end of any chance of reconciliation with my chronically addicted parents. Even thinking about it now makes me feel so upset.