He’s home drunk again. I can’t believe it. It was just last night that he told us that he’d try to stop this addiction, for our sake. He’s drunk again, for God’s sake.

But I should be used to all the empty promises he had made. Afterall, that’s pretty much the only thing he’s good at. I shouldn’t have believed him, I shouldn’t have let that sliver of hope creep into my heart. To actually believe that he’d change, I was a fool.

He’s hitting her again! I can’t take this anymore! I’ve always lock myself in my room the moment he’s home drunk, but her cries still pierced through the walls. I don’t understand why, why does he drinks when it only brings bad things into our house. And I don’t understand how he could bring himself to hit the woman he married and lived with for practically 30 years in his life.

I hate him, for who he is when he’s drunk! For trying to escape from reality through liquor! For hitting mom! I hate him! I wish I was never born into this family!

edited:

I need to clarify things. My dad is not an alcoholic. Posts categorized under “the alternate reality” are NOT REAL. I’m involved in a play, so I’m required to write a diary of the character i’m playing, so that I can feel her.