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I don't miss dreading when he would wake up, not knowing what mood he would be in.
I don't miss watching what I said incase he would take it the wrong way and flare up.
I don't miss being threatened.
I don't miss being emotionally abused and made to feel as if I was going insane.
I don't miss not having any money because it was all spent on alcohol.
I don't miss that disgusting "garlic" morning breath.
I don't miss watching him pour his first glass at 6am.
I don't miss the word "drink" that would be part of almost every sentence.
I don't miss the pity parties and the "woe is me" attitude.
I don't miss the anger in his voice and the cold look in his eyes.
I don't miss anything from his drinking days.
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Poor is the man whos pleasures depend on the permission of another.
Denying reality doesn't make it go away, it only prolongs the suffering. - LTD
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