Kay hi. I’m just getting my story out there. I guess my problems started when I was 4. My dad was an alcoholic and he and my mom fought constantly. I didn’t understand what was going on at all so I thought nothing of it. I was such a daddy’s girl. My dad got kicked out of the house when i was six. My mom just told us that he was on vacation. I sorta knew what was going on. But didn’t understand at all. Then my Mom, Sister and I moved into a new house. When I was seven my dad told my mom that he was sober, so my mom gave him a chance to see us. So we saw him every saturday. It was fun, but one weekend we were at the lake and my sister pulled me aside and said he was walking funny and that he was drunk. My sister stole my dad’s cell phone and called my mom to come get us. My mom was livid when she got there and told my dad he could never see us again. She went to take me but he grabbed my arm and wouldn’t let go. At this point I was so afraid, my mom fought with him till he gave me up. About a year later he moved up to a different city and i only talked to him once a month through the phone. Towards the end of the school year in grade 4 i was told he got in a serious car crash while drinking and driving and nearly died from his injuries. Hallfway through recovery he fell into a coma from the drinking. We were told he wouldn’t pull through. He did though, but he had to pay a price. His brain pretty much restarded and he couldn’t speak he also became blind. Whenever I went to visit him in the hospital I would hold his hand and say “Dad its me” His eyes would well up with tears and he would smile. I wished everyday that a miracle would happen and I would have my dad back before this all happened. I constantly had dreams that my parents would be back together and my dad was better. Its never happened though. My mom remarried and we moved in with 4 step-siblings. It was hard to get used to all this family being around since I had no other family than my mom and sister. And because of my dad and all the changes going on I went into depressed when I was ten. I had no friends I started gaining weight and I didn’t want to do anything. In the summer after grade 5 I went to councilling every week. I started to get better and I made friends in grade six. But I still was really overweight. In the summer before grade 7 I lost some weight and grew so I evened out a little bit. Grade seven was a really great year until one sunday my mom came home and pulled me and my sister upstairs and this is exactly what she told me and my sister ” I know this isn’t easy but I’m just going to say it. Your dad passed away today.”

I just burst into tears. I didn’t know what to do i just sat there. For two weeks I sat in my house doing nothing. Some people came to visit but no one knew how I felt. I still am Daddy’s girl at 14. I know my dad is with me. He will always be there. And because of him I am stronger and more independant. I know the dangers of drinking and drugs.
So this is my story.