I knew no matter what I did, death was always a fear day after day. It started with me standing into the corner to being so fearful I let mother strike me to know it'll be over shortly. She always told me I was a bad bad boy. My mother became a strong alcoholic, and everyone in the house knew to stay out of her way! My mother became more and more violent as the days went on. I could only wish that someone could help me,please.
I’m sorry for your hardship kid. I know from experience that alcohol is a dangerous game to play. No child should endure your pain. Only you can heal mental wounds. I wish you luck in life.
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