Daddy [2]
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Daddy [2]
I can't remember The last time He was sober, The last time I felt safe. Everything, his smell, his slur, even the thought of him, repulses me. It's revolting. Slowly, like a cancer, he's infecting my lungs (casually, with a cigarette stuck to his lower lip), Invading my words... |
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my dad is a drunk and a chain smoker. had i not known this was about yours i would have thought it a piece that i had writen about mine. i hate him. loath him. and even manage to still love him. every time he is in the damn hospital for this that or the other i am always the first person to wanna go see him. damnit. the piece is good though. PS| | Posted on 2004-11-28 00:00:00 | by Printer Shock | [ Reply to This ] | this is truly a sad piece of writing... i grew up with an alcoholic mother, but she was nowhere near this bad. alcoholism is so pervasive and affects so many people and families. perhaps he'll get help some day. | the last line, though, didn't really fit. perhaps it should be "Invading my world..."? | Posted on 2004-11-28 00:00:00 | by magnicat | [ Reply to This ] | good piece of writing. I love the image of himinfecting you casually. My girlfriend's(juliets_dagger's) father is the same way, and we both hate him. I'm sorry for the crap that you have to go through...keep going, you will overcome. | In His service, shuford | Posted on 2004-11-28 00:00:00 | by littleshuford | [ Reply to This ] | hmmm...how to comment on something that hit close to home for me.? Well I will say this you got the image of what it's like to be the child of a drunk. | | Posted on 2004-11-28 00:00:00 | by armand | [ Reply to This ] | oh my...painful and yes, gets the word across simply. very neat little write that expresses the mess of being a child of a drunk...wow. just, wow | ~!~luvs, catie | Posted on 2004-11-28 00:00:00 | by Catie O Daniels | [ Reply to This ] | Yeah, my dad is a drunk too, but he's a jerk sober. I'm sorry you feel this way though. Maybe things will get better. I got a teeny bit closer to my dad when he thought he had cancer. He cried instead of making me cry. I liked the bit about the cigarette; it was ironic. I don't think I'd end it with an ellipsis, but that's your call. | | Posted on 2004-11-29 00:00:00 | by cuddledumplin | [ Reply to This ] | |
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