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<blockquote data-quote="Roxona" data-source="post: 682132" data-attributes="member: 19076"><p>Leafy, I don't see it as sounding uncaring or cavalier. I think there's a lot of truth in it. Growing up, my father was a drug and alcohol abuser. They were his demons and he fought them every, single day. He wrote about them in his journal. Out of both of my parents, I was always closest to him even though he whipped me daily and would lecture and lecture and lecture...(eyes rolling into the back of my head). But he loved me. I know he did. He just couldn't control his demons. When he was sober, he was the most kind and gentle daddy. We had fun dancing and drawing and looking for treasures in junk yards together. That was my Dad. But when he drank or used...he was not the Dad I knew. He was someone else. Someone no one liked.</p><p></p><p>When I was 19, he died in a car accident. There was nothing for me to forgive. I had forgiven him all along because I knew the person who was hardest on me was not the person he really wanted to be. That was just the addiction speaking.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Roxona, post: 682132, member: 19076"] Leafy, I don't see it as sounding uncaring or cavalier. I think there's a lot of truth in it. Growing up, my father was a drug and alcohol abuser. They were his demons and he fought them every, single day. He wrote about them in his journal. Out of both of my parents, I was always closest to him even though he whipped me daily and would lecture and lecture and lecture...(eyes rolling into the back of my head). But he loved me. I know he did. He just couldn't control his demons. When he was sober, he was the most kind and gentle daddy. We had fun dancing and drawing and looking for treasures in junk yards together. That was my Dad. But when he drank or used...he was not the Dad I knew. He was someone else. Someone no one liked. When I was 19, he died in a car accident. There was nothing for me to forgive. I had forgiven him all along because I knew the person who was hardest on me was not the person he really wanted to be. That was just the addiction speaking. [/QUOTE]
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