5Stars

I am not sure why I am sharing this story, its very sad, but for some reason the memory came back to me and I wanted to share it with someone.

My younger brother and I shared a room until I moved out, at 13.
We shared a queen size bed and were 7 years apart. At the time of this story I was about 12. Him about 5. So it was Halloween and I remember my parents were going out to a Halloween party, mom was dressed as some horror bride with fake blood all over and carrying a knife. I dont think dad dressed up. Anyway, we were in bed by the time they got home but some time in the late hours I heard grunting and fumbling at my door. It was loud enough to wake me but kept going in and out.

Dad then storms into our room, still grunting, and heading towards us. I began to laugh at first, and tried to wake my brother to enjoy the fun. "Anthony, wake up, wake up its a monster, look!" I said pretending to be scared.

Dad abruptly turned around, and then walked into our closet. He's gonna jump out any minute! I wait for a second, nothing... then I wonder, am I dreaming? I start to fall back asleep and I can hear sounds of peeing...He MUST be in the bathroom, the walls are paper thin. I start to listen confused, and I can hear him pushing...I jump up, turn on the light and yank open the door..... He faces me and asks " JUST GETTING HOME??"

WTF? He is standing in MY closet, wearing a little a$$ tank top, **** all over the bottom portion of it, and nothing else, with his hands on his hips, and he thinks he caught ME????

MOM!! I scream....she comes in, yells at him and sends him back to bed. I look in my closet and he had a flippin field day on my clothes...He must of been writing his name or something. Everything from right to left was soiled. I was in tears...I hated him....mom helped me soak all my clothes in the bath tub and said she would wash everything in the morning.
I cried myself asleep that night, partly because my clothes were ruined, but part of me also felt betrayed. I moved out a year later, to my boyfriends parents house, but my mom and brother stayed about 8 more years.
Mom finally divorced him, (after way too much damage in my opinion) and about 1 year ago now he finally sobered up..(for health reasons, FYI)
And thats my story.

chero

5Stars, that's awful! I'm so sorry you had to go through that.

Maybe that story will inspire someone else thinking about leaving their alcoholic to do so...for the kids!

care4uNJ

Hi 5Stars:

I'm so sorry that you had to go through that. My father also had drinking issues and I sometimes out of the blue will remember one of those kind of episodes from my childhood. It's awful!!! That is one of the reason why I'm no longer married because I didn't want my children to ever have one of those 'episodes'.

Thanks for sharing..... JO

denny57

Thanks for sharing, 5Stars. Much love to you.

((()))

rosalie

What a sad story. Glad in the end you worked it all out.

FormerDoormat

What an awful thing to have to endure, especially for a child. This is why it's especially important for partners of alcoholics to protect their children from the insanity of alcoholism.