Living with my parents as alcoholics .

For as long as i can remember my mum has always been a drinker even when i was small we used to meet dad at busstop after he finnished work then mum would just dissapear to the pub and dad would play with us till bedtime up untill i was 5 and my dad left i was heart broken as i was daddys girlbut every time i said i missed him mum would say well where is he ????

Just a fewdays later bob from 2 doors away was constantly coming round and wanted to play with us all the time , before long he was living with us taking my dads place well a few days later my dad ccalled i wasnt allowed to tell him about bob so obviously as a child i never , but i did tell him they are always drinking beer so then our 2 days to dads turned into 2 months then the police were at the door u have to take ur children home or we will and you will be arrested for kidnapp so obviouly he had to bring us home and that was the last time i saw him until i was 18 yrs old.

We came home mum gave usa box of sweets and sat there telling us how dad doesent love us and we wont be seeing him again he will be going to prison , but i knew daddy did love me ok she never wentto the pubbut her and bob were falling all over the place drunk , it used to scare us and every time she got drunk she got angry much quicker and it wasnt long before bob was allowed to punnish and smack us that was always mums job this mum i came home to wasnt the same as to when i left and she kept referring to my dad as whale meat soon after i had to call bob dad i asbsolutly hated him he wasnt my dad  my answer to this was but i have a dad and hje said yes im here i was confussed

Then i had to grow up quick before i knew it they were getting married , they changed my name , then i had my step sister baby sitting while they were in the pub gettting drunk having a good time if we needed them quick they were in the pub bedtime they would come home shouting and falling everywhere things would get smashed sometimes mum would cry too me and my sister would be so scared we would reach over each others beds and hold hands and were so quiet .

We grew up fast we did as we pleased we spent alott of time in a friends over the road whos mum was always there and we always went along when they went out for the day to their nans which was better than being round them either drunk or asleep cos their drunk and the key was always in the door if we wanted to go home then we got to about 10 and if we did the slightest wrong he would hit us with his belt he used this as a weapon to his behaviour and mum just let it happen she never cared less , so the more this was happening the more i was rebelling the more i hated him the more inever wanted tobe there so at the age of 13 i startedrunning away from home i thought they would not care as long as they have some beer and a bottle of vodka they wont realise im gone and after a day they would call the police after about 50 times of them picking me up they thoughtsomething was happening at homethis is not just for attention as my mother has been saying so the police interviewed my mumand she said everything was fin at home .

Oh dont i wish i never said that apparantly my mum never knew but he starting raping both me and my sister and he would even tape it on his camcorda sick man he is the arrests were increasing untill i finally said to the officer that picked me up dont take me home then obviously the officer wanted to know why i showed him my arms i had cuts covered in 1 arm the other half cut he asked what happened i said i cut them obviously he then said he needed to take me to the station i agreed he explained i was not under arrest , there i was asked why i did all these cuts so i said i do it when mum and bob get drunk and fight and when im naughty he hits me with a belt and i also said he offered me 50 cigerettes for a blow job i was so scared i could say no more they sent a pychiatrist to talk with me and was diagnosed with depression which got worse and turnt into manic depression i went into foster care my sister was questioned and she denied everything my mum never spoke rto me for months but when she finally did she told me how much she  loved me and how it would never happen again

I moved home thinking things would change just wanting to be with my sistersbut it just got much mucvh worse right up untill i was 18 i put up with it , my step sister turnt to heroin so she was hated too in the end she lost her life to it and its all down to 2 alcoholics who cant look after their children after that i was living alone anyway kellie was dead i had to tell the poice everything so i did he was not prosecuted as the rapes were no longer on the camcorda ive not seen my family from that day and wish never to ever again

Alcoholics dont ccare who they hurt or what they do all they see is the alcohol runnig out .

thanks