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The Big
Change By Victor Scardella My real, biological father was an alcoholic and my mother shielded us kids (myself and my two younger brothers) from all of the unpleasantness of an alcoholic father. She knew something needed to be done, so she went and talked to representatives of several agencies in town and they said the same thing. In order for my father to get help for his alcohol problem, he would need to ask for help himself. So, my mother decided to confront him and try to persuade him to seek help for his alcohol problem. Just as she had done in days and weeks past, after we came home from school, she fed us and put us to bed before my father got home from work. Then, when he came home, she tried to talk to him about his alcohol problem. Of course he was always drunk by the time he got home and it was difficult for my mother to try to talk to him about his alcohol problem while he was drunk. But, she persisted and he became enraged. In his drunken rage, he got physical and beat my mother severely. My two older brothers came home and saw what was happening. They grabbed him and got him down on the floor. They wanted to kill him but, my mother said to just hold him there and call the police to take him away. So, they did and the police came and took my father to jail. The next day, my mother filed for a restraining order to keep my father away from our house. She also filed for a divorce and my father was permanently separated from my family. He had gotten visitation rights and I only saw him a couple of times. Because it was so awkward, he never came around after that. I never saw him again and the alcohol eventually killed him. I did not even go to the funeral or anything nor did any of my brothers or mother. I was not interested in going because I was so angry for what he did to my mother and my family. Even though I was a small child, I remember being in my bed upstairs and hearing everything that went on that night. It has left a very deep and profound emotional scar in me and has effected me in every part of my life. We tried to resume some kind of normal life after that but, some how I would never be quite normal because of that experience. I will never forget it as long as I live. |
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