Addiction stole my life. The worst part, I wasn't even the addict. And the more I heal, the more I realize; not only how valid my anger was, but how much I actually underreacted.
I was 17,18 & 19. My boyfriend was 17, 18 & 19. My mom was 47, 48 & 49. My dad was 51, 52 & 53, and she was 23, 24 & 25...when you do the math, it was no different than if my mom dated my boyfriend. That's how young my dads "side piece" was.
Both he and she were addicted to alcohol, he was (is?) also addicted to porn. He had been for a long time. The worst part? Knowing what it was like to have a good dad before the addiction stole it away.
Now before I get too far into the nasty details, I want to stop and say that I am in no way excusing his behavior. He was a grown man, one I looked up to, and he had a loving supportive family he could have turned to for help at any time. But more than that, no one forced him into these addictions, these were his decisions that landed him where he is. Though that doesn't mean mom and I didn't bare the consequences of his actions.
~ C
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