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My Hero's Journey

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October 23rd, 2002, a very dreadful day for my family… my day of birth. Maybe it was wonderful, but I’ll never know the truth. My dad will not actually tell me what he was thinking in that moment, and I will never hear my mom talk about that day, or any day, or actually anything ever again. I’ll get to the death of my mom later. As I came home from the hospital I have no memory of that, but my earliest memory is around the age of six. Six years old, and sitting on a bar stool. I’d sit, sip a Sprite, munch on some crackers while my dad got shit faced drunk. I remember the small room. Smells of smoke and alcohol fill my nostrils. I sat on a bar stool so long that my butt print was engraved in it, kind of like the fat guy that I used to talk to. He was up …show more content…

My earliest moments of memory are of me in a bar. I never sat in that stool again after one particular night. My mom “buzz kill” came in the bar and flipped. My dad was very intoxicated, and my mom was not having it. She cursed my dad out, got in his face, and was out. Dragging me out of the bar with her I remember my dad chanting, “I’m free. I’m free”. My mom cried a lot that night. Her tears were not shed in front of me but in the shower. She would cry in that shower for a long time, and then come sleep with me. I slept with her up until the age of around 10. I would be so upset with my dad the day after he spent hours at the bar, but I always apologized to him for being mad. My mom and him had “words”, and he sobered up… kind of. There was a lot more to my dad’s alcoholism, but my mom shielded me from a majority of it. After my dad drastically changed his life, we got hella close. We bonded even more after my mom started poppin’ pills. “I’m waiting for this cough syrup to come down.” She took pain pills, sleeping pills, my grandma’s pills, my grandpa’s pills, or basically any pills she could. I didn’t understand it, I still don’t. I still think its because I wasn’t good enough for

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