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My father is an alcoholic. He didn’t have a drinking problem when I little. As a matter of fact, because he was very religious, he never even touched alcohol. The man wouldn’t even eat rum-flavored cake or a chicken grilled with a beer in the cavity. I never even considered the idea of my father taking a drink. Alcoholism just wasn’t possible. Alcohol never crossed the threshold of our home, never mind my father’s lips.
But that changed when I was a teenager.
My dad experienced a series of traumatic events in quick succession. His mother passed away in a freak accident, leaving him…click here to continue reading