Alcoholism: Daddy's Little Girl, Not Even!

Denise OStarred Page By Denise O, 29th Feb 2012 | Follow this author | RSS Feed | Short URL http://nut.bz/r4ibgad3/
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So many girls have the joy of growing up and being Daddy's little girl. This is not always the reality for some girls. We will pine for it and then one day we wake up, realizing it is not to be true, for us.

I have Seen!

I am not his little girl, nor has my sister ever been. I would see other girls just being adored by their fathers. I have witnessed my daughter having this feeling of always being Daddy's little girl, by both her father and step-father. I rejoice in the fact that my daughter will never have to go without that one very important relationship.

Do not shed a tear for me, I have shed enough for all of us, over all my years here on earth. I have gotten to a point that it does not matter to me. I am numb to the idea as a whole.

I do still shed tears for my sister though. She has never let go of the dream of one day being Daddy's little girl and she shows it, with each relationship she enters into. They are just like our dad.

I have to sit here and watch my sister hurt herself over and over again, until she finds the man that is 'like' Dad and yet, is 'not' like him, at all. When you grow up in a dysfunctional household as a young girl, you either follow into the same abusive relationship you watched your parents have or, you leave the abuse behind.

I chose to leave it behind. My sister decided to do the opposite, sadly.

Just As Important!

Is the father son relationship. This is a bond no boy/man should have had to live without, yet they do. My brother Billy suffers from one too many challenges. Then to top it all off, he has to deal with a dad that is a alcoholic and wants nothing to do with him most of the time.

Unless Dad is out of money and that means he is out of beer. I am sure the drinking buddies he has gathered, want nothing to do with him, unless he is paying for the party. He lost my respect and time back in late 2009. Dad has burned many of bridges over the decades, to the point most will not speak with him.

So who is left, our (just as much of a drunk/mean/selfish person) younger brother Robbie, whom is a no show and is 'not there' to suck off of Dad. Remember, Dad has already burned through his monthly checks and he still has a few weeks to go before the next ones come in. Robbie will be back then.

So who is left, my older brother Billy, the kind one, the good son. Dad will call Billy everyday and yes, Billy loves it. I know it will end the same way, as it always does. Dad's checks will come, he will once again be able to buy beer and he will stop calling Billy and go to the parasitic leeches, he calls buddies.

Billy will get depressed, his mental illness will take over, this so called man will have hurt his son, once again.

Once Again

Debbie called my brother about two months ago and did the unusual, she asked to speak with me. She informed me, she has had enough with her boyfriend and his abuse. She will be getting her own apartment and is moving out. She then told Billy the same thing.

Yes we were both happy, Debbie sounded happy and that is rare. For the next three weeks or so, Debbie would call us almost daily, telling us all about how she is decorating up her apartment and how much she just loves her new place.

Then the phone calls ceased. I would here Billy on the phone leaving messages for her to call him throughout the day. She never answered them. A week later, Billy was welcomed with this message on Debbie's phone: No longer in service.

I know most people would tell me to call the law or be worried but, I'm not. She is doing as she has always done, she went back to the sorry abusive drunk, called her boyfriend. She is too ashamed to tell us and so she will be a no show, until she needs us again.

How am I taking it, just fine. How is our brother Billy taking it, not good. Do I blame our dad for this, well yes and no. Yes he should have taken the time to make his precious daughter feel confident, secure and loved. No in the fact that, my sister is a grown women and she too drowns her sorrows in alcohol.

Enters Dad

Can I say the alcoholism of our dad hurt us and still does, yes I can. It hurts Debbie and Billy because, they still seek his acceptance and love. Does he still hurt me, sure he does, for the very fact that he hurts my brother and sister. Nothing more.

Well now Debbie is a no show and Billy is worried. Dad started to call Billy around two and a half weeks ago and Billy was going into a depression. At first I thought nothing of it. Billy was already having a hard time keeping things in check with his mental illness, since Debbie will not call him and so I thought he was just dealing with that.

Then about a week later I noticed Billy was either running around like a chicken with its head cut off or he would sit in a chair and just stare off in space. I did what I did not want to do, I called Dad (it had been about a year since we talked), I had to see what he was talking to Billy about.

Might As well be Me

First thing Dad said to me after hi was, "that sorry Debbie, she was suppose to be here and take care of me and she does not care about us, I at least have three kids left.". Well, he thinks he does. I did take notice that he was sober so, I explained to him, you can not just throw Debbie away.

I went on to tell him, "Debbie is a grown woman and if she wanted to leave for a few, she can" and he agreed. Okay, now I am talking to a man I said I would not talk to after the last episode of his. To once again, be drawn in for my brothers mental health.

Then Dad said what I dreaded but also, I want to happen, he said "I told Billy and I am telling you, I stopped drinking, as of a week ago". Coincidence, this was the same time he started to call Billy.

I told Dad I hope he will and as long as he is trying I will be there for him. Not for him or for me but, for my brother and sister. I might be their little sister in age but, I have always been the one they both depend on to be there and do the heavy lifting of our Dad.

Dad started calling everyday and I accepted his calls. I told Billy to concentrate on getting his bipolar in check and I will do the talking to Dad. Billy was so relieved that he will not have to deal with Dad and I will. I just don't think Billy can handle the disappointment.

So as to keep Dad from asking for Billy I was truthful to him, I told Dad, Billy is upset over Debbie and her missing. Billy also gets upset when you and Robbie talk bad about her, so for right now, lets just allow Billy to go to school and do therapy, so he will get better. Dad said " I will just talk to you, I want to help Billy.". I was satisfied.

Hmmmmm

So, once again, I am stuck with having to talk (as if I care) to a man, that has spread so much mental and physical to the ones I grew up with, just so maybe I can lessen their pain in the long run.

So everyday Dad has been calling me at 11:00 am and at 8:30 pm, I have been kind and reassuring. When Dad would start to feel sorry for himself, I would give him the positive side of things. In the hope that he will not do what most alcoholics do and sit in their own self pity.

Everyday he has been getting stronger but I know, this is when times get hard, after the alcohol is totally leaving your body. I have seen this man try to sober up more than once and it is not a pretty sight but, he seems to be staying strong.

This morning Dad called me at 11:00 am sharp, he was in a good mood, he was sober and making sense. He cried once and I consoled him but then, he said something that just made me go, hmmmm.

Only Time!

I asked him how he was feeling and if he was wanting a drink and he said to me "Well Denise, I said I would quit and I am going to do it!". I thought great and then he uttered those words, "If I do have any, it will only be one, I must go, my check is here.".

I know my friends will feel sorry for me but don't, shed a tear for my brother and sister, they still want his love. I will never be Daddy's little girl, by choice. I want him to call and be sober, I want him to be a good dad for my brother and sister but, what are the odds.

It's 7:29. No, 7:30.

Tick, Tock.

Alcoholism: Daddy's Little Girl, Never!

For a better look into my brother and I's life, please check out these articles...

My path followed... Leads me to writing on Wikinut Part 1

You Are your Brothers Keeper: When Bipolar, goes Awry!

Valentine Day Massacre: Not! Bipolar & Mental Challenges

Before you take that next drink, stop, think and remember...

Thought of the Day- You are not Your past, you are who you choose to be.

Written By: Peter B Giblett

This poem takes seconds to read yet, speaks volumes...

A Souse in the House! Written By: Ivyevelyn R.S.A

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author avatar David Reinstein,LCSW
1st Mar 2012 (#)

hHat's quite a tale... quite a sad one... There's nothing that takes the place of resilience!

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author avatar Denise O
1st Mar 2012 (#)

Thank you David for your kind words. Hey, we just have to keep coming back, that's life. Thank you for stopping by.:)

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author avatar ittech
1st Mar 2012 (#)

well mentioned thanks

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author avatar Denise O
1st Mar 2012 (#)

You are most welcome and thank you for stopping by.:)

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author avatar Mark Gordon Brown
1st Mar 2012 (#)

Sad tale Denise, very painful to read. Thank you for sharing your struggles and stories.

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author avatar Denise O
1st Mar 2012 (#)

Mark, to be honest, it is sad. I have seen my brother's mental health being destroyed by these dysfunctional people and I know it would do you, as it has done me, just break your heart, if you had to see it. Thank you for your help Mark, you are a dear! As always, thank you for stopping by.:)

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author avatar Madan G Singh
1st Mar 2012 (#)

Another masterly post. Good show Denise !

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author avatar Denise O
1st Mar 2012 (#)

Awww thank you my dear friend, for your kind words. As always, thank you for stopping by.:)

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author avatar Teila
1st Mar 2012 (#)

Sad story, written with heart and soul and this has the potential to save lives. Keep up the good work

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author avatar Denise O
1st Mar 2012 (#)

Thank you dear for your kind words. I hope it helps someone, this is why I write about these things, so it may one day help someone. Thank you for stopping by.:)

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author avatar Tess Irons
1st Mar 2012 (#)

It broke my heart reading this story, Denise. But I admire you for being the homekeeper and for your effort trying to keep everything intact. I wish everything good for you.

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author avatar Denise O
1st Mar 2012 (#)

Thank you so much hon for your encouraging and kind words. They are so appreciated. As always, thank you for stopping by.:)

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author avatar Jerry Walch
1st Mar 2012 (#)

What can I say, dear friend, that everyone else hasn't already said. In a way I can imagine how you must have felt and must still feel because I had a great father whom I never had the opportunity to get to know but a mother who was...well, to be nice to the dead, let's just say that she wasn=b't a very good mother or a very nice woman.

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author avatar Denise O
1st Mar 2012 (#)

Jerry, every time I write one of these pages you are in my thoughts. I wish we could have been brought up in the ideal home but, it was just not in our cards. I do find though, like me, you have done all you could in breaking the cycle and that is nothing to sneeze at my friend. As always, thank you for your support, your friendship and for helping me become a writer that could put out a page like this, you are tops my friend. I love you like a brother.:)

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author avatar Lewis Adler
1st Mar 2012 (#)

Despite everything, my daughter is still her Daddy's little girl. I helped to bring her into this world (see my Wikinut story "Dramatic Arrival"). I scrimped and scraped to provide her with a safe, warm, loving and secure home. I rejoiced in her laughter and happiness and I took her in my arms to comfort her whenever she was sad or afraid. She was never abused by me, but since the breakdown of my marriage to her mother in 1980, she has become a distant memory ... as has my son. In fact, during the one telephone conversation I had with her in 1996, she said she didn't want to meet-up with me "because I don't consider you to be my Dad. I consider ****** to be my Dad" (He was on the scene within two weeks of my departure from the matrimonial home). So, let's not run away with the idea that daughters and sons have the monopoly on hurt. Some Dad's get hurt too.

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author avatar Denise O
1st Mar 2012 (#)

Oh Lewis, I hear ya. Just a few tidbits...
First of all, I am my husband's third wife, he helped raise his second wife's kids, from the time they were 10 & 12, up until his wife walked out on him, after the girls college was paid for and she got what she wanted out of him. I watched as this man tried to still be there for these kids and they like their mother, just thumbed there noses up at him. It just devastated him. It hurt my heart to see his heart breaking. That is why he was a little apprehensive to be with me, I too had two kids (7 & 5) from a previous marriage. With a bit of pushing and loving him, it only had taken us a few months before, he could not resist all the love, all three of us had to give. Now do not think it was not in his mind throughout the years, that we too might do the same as his previous family but, to his relief and joy, we didn't. Our kids are now 29 & 26, they adore their pops. Dan and I just became grandparents and we are loving it. Lewis when I say this, I am also feeling your pain my friend, I know pain is not just for us kids, parents too get hurt, steadily. I watched as my younger brother Robbie basically sucked the (little bit of) life out of our Mama, as she laid dying in the hospital and mind you, he did nothing but steadily hurt her while she was well. So you see my friend, I am not digging at all fathers/parents. Just mine. I write about my life and this is how my life is. Nothing more. I am so sorry Lewis, I really am.

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author avatar Lewis Adler
1st Mar 2012 (#)

Thanks Denise: if it seemed as though my words were a criticism of your article, then I apologise. They weren't. What I was trying to say - very badly - was I simply can't understand the loss of my two children. By the way, I am not and never have been an alcoholic or in any way an abusive parent. Yet, I'm left with the memory of that telephone conversation with my daughter and a letter from my son calling me foul names I won't repeat here. Maybe the fact I'm sharing all this with you means your article and your response to my reply have unlocked a cathartic process? I hope so, because I've got better things to do with my time than to be constantly asking ... "why?" Thank you.

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author avatar Denise O
2nd Mar 2012 (#)

Oh Lewis, I never took it as a criticism coming from you. I just read how awful you were treated is all. I am so sorry. As I have already said before, I saw my husband go through this. It is not right and the mothers that do this should have a special place reserved for them in hell. The damage you do to your child by pushing another parent away is so darn selfish and it just disgusts me. Just like with me today my friend, maybe we just need to move on. Their loss, is what I am thinking. Nothing wrong with letting it out my friend. You know where I am, if you need me.:)

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author avatar Lewis Adler
2nd Mar 2012 (#)

Bless you Denise: Thank you so much for your support and understanding.

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author avatar Delicia Powers
1st Mar 2012 (#)

Denise thanks for sharing this story-anyone who has dealt with a love one who drinks can recognize the pain you truly feel...you are very strong and giving...I send you a hug and my admiration for your resilient heart....you are one amazing lady my friend...take good care of yourself so many people depend on you ...keep well:0)

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author avatar Denise O
1st Mar 2012 (#)

Delicia, I am strong, I admit it, I am a street kid, we survive, in spite of those that want us to fail. You know though hon, I wish it just did not hurt so much, seeing my brother hurt. Well, I do have many blessings and I just need to focus on those. You always put a smile on my face when you visit one of my pages, you are just a dear. As always my friend, thank you for stopping by.:)

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author avatar Sivaramakrishnan A
1st Mar 2012 (#)

This is heart-breaking, Denise; no end in sight, it seems. One has to take sensible steps for self and for family's sake too. I have seen alcohol doing much damage to family life; I knew the ills straightway; that is not the life I ever wanted! As rightly said, some "buddies" were offended but they were good riddance for sure in the end! Rightly, for sanity's sake, you have no self-pity now; what for, and I always take it that way too. I should not be punished for others' sins. We can only do so much for others, be they be parents or own children. We cannot interfere in their karma! They have to ride them! My prayers will always be with you, Denise, and I do hope your dad and brother Robbie understand how much they come in your way to find peace of mind as you still care for them in the end! siva

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author avatar Denise O
1st Mar 2012 (#)

Siva, thank you for placing me in your prayers, it is such a precious gift and I am so grateful for it. I hope you know, you have been and still are in my prayers. We really agree on this 100%. Part of my beliefs are, I am the only one that will be accountable for me come my judgement day. I can not speak for any and they can not speak for me. Meaning: We make our 'own' way and that is that. Simple and straight forward.
I do pray for them, as I do all human beings to find the light but, in the end, it is up to them. Thank you for your sweet and very kind words. As always my friend, thank you for stopping by.:)

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author avatar Buzz
1st Mar 2012 (#)

They've said it all, my dear friend Denise. The only left to say is you're a super woman to me. God bless you!

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author avatar Denise O
1st Mar 2012 (#)

Awww thank you my friend. You are such a sweetheart I tell ya, you warm my heart, each and every time you visit one of my pages. God bless you! As always, thank you for stopping by.:)

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author avatar Songbird B
1st Mar 2012 (#)

A heartbreakingly sad Star page article Denise and I along with so many others on here admire the incredible inner strength you show. You are an amazing woman, a great mum, a loving and supportive sister and a strong resilient daughter. Although I have never had an alcohol issue in my direct family, I have been surrounded by friends with alcohol problems and know of the heartbreak it causes. Some do break away from it, the lucky ones who realise that they just can't do it on their own, but there are others who make false promises and return to it over and over again. It is their path they have chosen to walk in this life, but oh the pain they inflict on others who love them. My heart goes out to you all.

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author avatar Denise O
2nd Mar 2012 (#)

Exactly Bev, it is 'their' path they have chosen to follow, not mine. Why am I walking it with them, hmmmm. I was alright with him not being in my life a while back, Billy just was not ready to give up. He held onto a dream. After a year of not speaking to this man, I had to get back in when I saw my brother's bipolar going to the extremes. You understand this. I have to say my kids have so impressed me on how they have just rallied around their uncle, I could not be any more proud of these two, then I am right now. No they didn't do a huge thing but, they did what counts, those small little things that make this whole world go around with a bit more harmony in it. Yes my friend, I am done, I walk away. It is like I reiterated to my daughter last night, once you (fully, in 2 weeks) leave Utah for Texas, I am going to buy me a cheap US map at the convenience store and cut out Utah. That state no longer exist, for me that is. I need to do some spring cleaning anyways.LOL
Love ya hon, have a blessed day. As always, thank you for stopping by.:)

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author avatar Jules, The Cowboy
1st Mar 2012 (#)

i love wikinut because we also can share personal experiences here and we have friends to listen (read).

"out of money means out of beer"

sad experience. im sure you are a good daughter and a good sister to Billy and Debbie

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author avatar Denise O
2nd Mar 2012 (#)

Oh I am the best daughter you could ever have and my Mama could testify to that but, she is in heaven. I know my brother thinks I am a good sister. The other two maybe not but, maybe one day when they get out of their drunken stupor that yes, I was, they were just too drunk to see it. So sad huh. Thank you for stopping by.:)

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author avatar Christine Crowley
1st Mar 2012 (#)

Oh, Denise. I feel so badly for you, your brother and sister. Children want and need love. Your father missed out on an awful lot. Alcoholism is a terrible, terrible disease. I wish you and your family well.

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author avatar Steve Kinsman
1st Mar 2012 (#)

How very sad. My heart aches for Billy, Debbie and you. I think you are one of the strongest women I know. Congratulations on a great star page.

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author avatar Denise O
2nd Mar 2012 (#)

Steve, it is sad. Steve, I am strong but, I am so tired of it. I just need to let some of this stress go, it is getting to be too much. Thank you for your kind words and as always, thank you for stopping by.:)

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author avatar Denise O
2nd Mar 2012 (#)

Thank you Christine, yes children do need love, he had a chance to do so, when I was a child. He chose not to, his loss. I am no longer a child so no, I do not need his love at all. I am loved and loved deeply by so many wonderful people, it is about time I turned my energy to them, fully. Okay, not as if I don't do that already. LOL
I mean, I can now enjoy them more, as I have just gotten a huge elephant off my back. Thank you for your kind words. As always, thank you for stopping by.:)

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author avatar cnwriter..carolina
1st Mar 2012 (#)

Wow Denise such a great article opening the door to so many who have painful memories of childhood and I do like your pics..thank you

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author avatar Denise O
2nd Mar 2012 (#)

Thank you cn for your kind words. I have opened my life up a few times here and I always seem to help at least one person and you know what, if that is what happens when I do, then I have done my job. We never want others to suffer what we do but, we are comforted when we see others too 'know' of this experience, then you don't feel so alone. Thank you for stopping by.:)

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author avatar Judy Ellen
1st Mar 2012 (#)

My dear sister in Christ! You and I have the best Father of all and that is our heavenly Father who loves us more than we can possibly even love ourselves! We can't rely on getting what we need from family! In fact, if it was not for God I would have never used my talent for writing songs and singing. Love you Denise, and, I must apologize for not getting to all your articles! I don't write much anymore because I have been busy splitting wood, making a music CD and helping hubby over pneumonia! Love you!!

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author avatar Denise O
2nd Mar 2012 (#)

Oh my dear sister, how I know this. I know whom my father is and he is not here on earth. That is why he is called Dad. God has gotten me through this so far and I do not plan on changing my game now. Though God does expect us to have faith but also, we must do the work. Oh I wish God would have given me the talent of singing. One of my dreams is, stand up on a stage and just belting out a song, I mean all out and it not make all the dogs come running, from 50 miles away.LOL
There is no reason to apologize, what so ever, so let that go young lady. You take care of that hubby of yours. Bring that music to life and take care of yourself. You and yours are in my thoughts and prayers. Love you. Have a blessed day. As always, thank you for stopping by.:)

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author avatar Ivyevelyn, R.S.A.
2nd Mar 2012 (#)

I feel unhappy about the poem I wrote, "There's a Souse in my House". That poem showed some anger, probably covering up a lot of anxiety. As we go along, we realize we are safe to show our true feelings, and we can be forgiven for errors of judgement. Denise, I am right alongside you and wish I could carry some of your burden. Sometimes, when I feel weighed down with troubles, I come over to the computer because I am in touch with so many caring friends on Wikinut. I know, Denise, that there are some of us who identify with you and others who are in similar situations in their families, but I am sure we all wish there could be some resolution for you. Please keep on writing,

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author avatar Denise O
3rd Mar 2012 (#)

Ivyevelyn, hon, you don't think I have anger, girl! I did get one thing from dad and that is my Mexican temper. I am livid! Anxiety, off the charts! I am now sitting up, so as to make sure we get through the next batch of storms, with no tornado's but if so, I can wake Dan and Billy up, so us and the dogs can go down in the basement. So darn much destruction that has fallen on so many people in America these last weeks and we have just started our severe weather season. As I laid (Jamie was massaging me) there looking at weather channel on TV and as we were watching a tornado touch down (by huntsville Al.) in real time, you know what I thought?
&*$% Dad, Robbie and Debbie! Why am I putting my energy into those fools, that would never even take the time to shed one tear for those people (they don't know) that were fixing to have their lives changed for ever and not in a good way. As Jamie and I were praying for them and yes, tears were in my eyes. Sorry I had to leave for a few but, it seems they should lift the tornado watch any time now. The dogs are on the front porch.
Anyways, Why should I waste my time and energy on those folks that 'choose' to have their lives destroyed (while destroying other in there way), why not put my energy to those that care and matter. We are only human, we do get mad and after what these selfish people put us through and we have every right to feel this way. Why do you think I was so with you on your poem. I hear ya! I am resolved when it comes to this matter, I am putting my attention to what matters. I have been working on some work activities (word/number puzzles) for Billy to do. I must keep him busy but, busy in a constructive manner. The hell with putting my energy worrying about if dad is going to put a beer to his lips or that he will once again, end up in the hospital when he fell down, while drunk. In the lfippin gutter (fitting huh) and cracked his head open. Or that my sister got drunk, was in a fight with her boyfriend, jumped out of the truck, saying she was going to kill herself and end up in ICU, yes, this is a true story, the stupid idiot did this. She and Dad both busted their heads wide open. It was too much for Billy for awhile. This both happened in the same year. These are just two stories, girl I have so many on all three. Anger, you bet your bippy I am mad. So do not feel bad in the very least.
Love ya girl, I am so glad you found Wikinut, we are all better for it.:)

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author avatar Sheila Newton
3rd Mar 2012 (#)

Oh - so poignant. I loved every word of this. Having said that, I never was - and never wanted to be - Daddy's girl. My mum was my shining light. We had the greatest relationship EVER.
Congrats on the star. You deserve it so much.

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author avatar Denise O
3rd Mar 2012 (#)

Thanks hon. My daughter sent me a mother's day card two years ago that I will treasure forever. The card she sent, was thanking me for always making her feel like a princess. I swear I cried. I mean, usually with daughters (that have good ones) it is the father that gets that credit but, she gave it to me. Might I add also, she never just gets a card fast and goes, she is like me in that aspect. She will search until she gets the perfect one,so yes, it meant so much to me. As always, thank you for stopping by.:)

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author avatar Carol
4th Mar 2012 (#)

Denise when I read about your father, and the mental and physical abuse you have suffered from him, I feel as if I share your pain. You are so resilient you have bounced back from so much, and your love for your dear brother, and even your flawed sister shines through. You even speak to your father in spite of all the hurt he has caused in so many ways. What a remarkable woman you are! I am proud to be your friend on here, and I hope sharing this helps you a little love carol, xxx

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author avatar Denise O
4th Mar 2012 (#)

Carol, it really does help a bit but, I write about 'this', as I know a lot of others keep silent and we will never stop this one aspect of destruction that is killing the human race. Geesh, now I am sounding like I am doing a great thing, I really don't mean it like that. I just mean, if one little voice like mine can help but one by either, making them stop and think what 'they' are doing to hurt their family, or if it helps the one that is suffering from the hands of another, then this might make them feel, not so alone. Then maybe they might have a bit more courage to walk away from the abuse. Then my friend, yes this page will have been worth me opening up my dysfunctional family to the world. As always thank you for stopping by. Love ya hon, have a blessed day.:)

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author avatar Denise Larkin
4th Mar 2012 (#)

It is so great to be able to write about all the sad things in life. It must be hard writing this.

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author avatar Denise O
4th Mar 2012 (#)

Denise, after my first page I had written on abuse was the day, it has stopped being hard on me. That first page helped 4 other writers write about their story and who knows, maybe just one of my readers found they were not alone and that has helped them. As far as I am concerned, there really is no need to think that it bothers me in the very least, I have been over these people for a long time, it is just seeing it through my brothers eyes, is where I feel my pain. Just like all other things I have gone through in my life, I see things as they are, I put them in their place and then I carry on. As always, thank you for stopping by.:)

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author avatar 1Faithmorgan
8th Mar 2012 (#)

I actually had a tear in my eyes as I read the last line. Really well written but really sad it has been taken form experience. Stay strong your sound like your doing great :)

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author avatar Denise O
9th Apr 2012 (#)

Faith, that man stopped hurting me a long time ago. It is not hurt I am feeling for Dad, I have no pity on him. It is the hurting that dad does to my brother, that breaks my heart. Heck hon, so goes life, it is just that way. We all take a crap shoot on the ones we have to call parents. The good thing is, at least I had one good one, better than some. Sorry it has taken me so long to answer this, just as I said is life, crap has just been going on and I just missed your message. I am so sorry. As always, thank you for stopping by.:)

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author avatar Elove Poetry
14th Mar 2012 (#)

Such a sad story, great writing!

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author avatar Denise O
9th Apr 2012 (#)

Thank you for your kind words. I am also so sorry it has taken me so long to leave a message for you. Thank you for stopping by.:)

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author avatar Milly
9th Apr 2012 (#)

Heart-felt and captivatingly ascribed, Denise! Strange but we all seem to expect the kind of love we need from those who never had it first, to begin with. I have had to learn similar lesson from a Drug user and found that God (not religion) made the difference. Thank you for sharing Denise.

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author avatar Denise O
9th Apr 2012 (#)

Thank you Milly for your kind words. Heck without God, I would be a total wreck by now, I hear ya. I think a child expecting love from one of their parents should be a given, period. Thank you for stopping by.:)

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author avatar carolford
23rd Oct 2012 (#)

This was a sad story to read because it brought back memories I would rather not remember. I really enjoyed reading this story however.

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