My name is Stacy, and ever since I was born, I grew up seeing my father constantly drunk. His addiction to alcohol deeply affected my mother’s mental health and dignity.
Many nights, my mum would get distress calls asking her to come and pick up my father, who was completely drunk and lying helplessly in the tunnels around our town.
It was always an embarrassing experience for our family. My father went to rehabilitation centers several times, but each time he came back, he would relapse just a few weeks later.
My mother tried everything she could to help him stop drinking, but for more than ten years, nothing seemed to work. Tired of the humiliation, she finally decided to leave him because he had brought enough shame to our family.
However, just two days before she packed our belongings to leave, my grandmother called her and said she had found someone who..TO READ MORE, TAP HERE
