I am the 30-year-old daughter of two alcoholics. Mom & Dad drank every weekday evening, and constantly on the weekends. Dad was "dry" for about a year and a half when I was 7 and/or 8. That's it. I have a HUGE amount of anger toward them, and it frequently manifests in times of stress. I have a very long fuse, but when I let the pressure out - it's like an atomic blast. I also have issues with perfectionism and feeling the need to control everything. I have one sister, who is ten years older than I. When she graduated from HS, she left home and never looked back. I do resent that she "abandoned" me to raise myself, but at the same time I understand her need to escape, and I realize it wasn't her job to raise me, it was my parents'. We do have a relationship now, but we're not close.
My father's sister recently died, and Dad showed up to the funeral smelling like a keg. I got a lecture from all the other aunts about how I should take care of my father. Uh, yeah.
And to finish things out quite nicely, DH is just now starting to come to terms with his own family's alcoholism & how it has affected him. (I think that his journey to wellness is really prodding me to start taking some action as well.) I pray that I'm able to raise my sons in a normal, happy, loving home, free of the chaos that was my childhood.
Does anyone else have large portions of their childhoods that they can't remember? I feel like I have a few pictures in my head, but I can't remember NEARLY as much as my DH. I remember fragments here & there, but for the most part, it's just a blur. Scary.