-getting drunk all the bloody time.
-inviting strangers from the pub to the house and weird scenarios happening.
-priortising alcohol over food and clothing. We rarely had socks, never the correct school uniform and would often be late for school because they spent the bus pass money on vodka. Meaning we had to wait til they got paid again on Tuesday to return to school and say we were unwell on the Monday. I was often in trouble for coming into school in trainers, the wrong types of school trousers, but my parents really did not care.
-myfather would put my mothers medication in her tea,.so she would fall asleep and he wouldn't have to put up with her bipolar episodes
-affairs
- not having food in because they got alcohol instead so ended up always eating whatever measly stuff was left in the cupboards.
-going Into the kitchen to see my drunk and passed out father, and the cooker on and then I would have to try and turn it off. They really didn't care about starting fires and burning the house down.
-cooking for myself and my sister from a young age.
-being told they wish they were drunk when we told them we were upset they were drunk.
-my mother would her very violent and start beating my dad up and he never retaliated. Lamps, ornaments, plates, glasses and tables were frequently smashed.
-drinking until they were absolutely hammered
-hit regularly by other siblings or have my toes stamped on and a result of that is I now have a dislocated toe that clicks in and out.
-hit by a sibling in the nose with aerosol cans and nose bleeds and had my glasses snatched off my face and snapped into two. Was always at the opticians.
-rarely would go to the doctors because they were either too drunk or didn't have the money to go
-alwayshad the same gritty trainers for years
-always had headlice
- hygiene was so bad and parents rarely bathed us or cut our nails, yet the house was immaculate.
- would go out for hours to get drunk leaving the dog cooped up in the lounge or kitchen all day so the poor border collie had no choice but to go toilet in the house and they were so drunk it was never cleaned properly
-letting the dog out for the toilet whilst drunk and forgetting the gate was open and forgetting the dog was out and I had to go look for him aged 12 in the darkness very late at night.
-doing bonfires and barbecues late at night.
- bringing weirdos back from the pub that would barge into the toilet whilst we were on it on purpose from age 6-7
-going to strip clubs during the day with us in tow, there wasn't strippers on during the day as it was a pub in the daytime and strip club and lap dancing bar at night, but we put two and two together when we saw the pictures of the dancers displayed on the table and walls, and poles randomly here and there. But they just acted like it a was a normal day out.
-pubs every single bloody Saturday. I dont know why the bar staff continued to serve them until they were leg less and falling over then when they could see me and my small sister needed looking after.
-not bothering to cook tea or do a proper food shop so you often went hungry.
letting us watch films like pretty women and thinking it is hilarious when it is clearly a very inappropriate story line with prostitution etc.
-allowed to watch 18 plus films with them at night and when sex scenes came on we were good to just cover our eyes and then we could still hear the moaning noises. It was so gross.
-having filthy playing cards, erotic puzzles and dirty magazines casually left around.
-my younger brother was allowed to have posters of topless or women in bras on his wall from age 12.
- punched in the head by one parent but the other never did lay a hand on us.
- my mother would get so bladdered and start arguing with my dad, all you could hear from the kitchen was her constantly screeching his name and for him to p off for ages until they finally went to bed.
- sibling funded for their drug habit to keep the peace otherwise they would kick off big time.
-they would decide to go to the pub while we were in school, I would come.home aged about 12 and be locked out for numerous hours hungry or whether it was in the rain and have to go to the toilet in the garden behind a Bush as was so desperate and they would come home bladdered and not at all bothered, that I had to sit in the cold, wet garden whilst they were down the pub getting drunk as skunks.
-crying all the time because they were drunk and fighting.
-going to friends houses for tea and seeing them having a normal happy family life and the parents weren't drinking. And wishing I had that.
-embarrassed my friends would come round for tea or sleepovers and hoping my parents wouldn't get drunk and then be so ashamed when the friends parents would come collect them and see my parents bladdered.
- my dad smoked like no tomorrow and I had bad asthma but he didn't care
-having their useless drunk of a friend over with his massive attacking aggressive dog that would attack any other cat or dog and whilst drunk they had the great idea of training it to be around our chihuahua. It always went for the chihuahua and we had to keep them separated.
- they would go to the pub to get steaming drunk and leave my older brother in charge back at the house, who would happily smack us and shove us about and lock us in the bedroom and we would be crying for help out the window. A neighbour was absolutely astounded at how many times this happened and kept repeating to us why do your parents leave you with him and how your parents can slip off to the pub and leave your brother to keep hitting you and he would even put things up against the door to stop us from leaving.
-I found out my brother had gone with a 14/15 year old girl when he was 20/21/22 and I went mad but my parents allowed her to stay over. And sleep in my brothers room and when I confronted him he went mad and began to beat and throw stuff at my head like high heavy stereos and appliances. He was never punished and my mother always thought he was this amazing angel.
- my brother getting beaten when my dad was drunk. All because he wasn't his own flesh and blood. Was so stupid because my father took my brother on like his own when he met and married our mother. That's why I didn'blame my brother so much for the violence towards us because my dad was awful to him.
He didn't have it easy as my father made a big difference between him my sisters and my younger brother and I.
-hving a cigarette whilst drunk and then falling asleep with it still in their hands or mouth and I would have to put it out.
-having the same tooth brush for years
-sister became mega drug addict from the age of 12
She was also incredibly violent, stole from all of us, never punished and was allowed to get away with it because she was a beautiful angel. She even slashed my face with nails and sat on my stomach while I was pregnant .
- often remember being sick while they were drunk but they couldn't deal with it properly because too hammered.
- any extra money they found lying around would go on alcohol when clearly we had no food
-sending my sister and I to the shop to get tobacco
-letting us play out and to different areas from age 6
-my mother drunk and wailing that she needs a break from us anytime we asked for anything. We would simply come In to the kitchen and ask please can we eat for her to tell at us she needs a break. We were really well behaved but we shouldn't have asked for food apparently because she was in the kitchen getting drunk and having her time off.
So we would slope back to the lounge with hungry tummies.
-I would go to the kitchen and quickly pour their alcohol down the sink and top up the beer bottles, cider and vodka bottles with water hoping they wouldn't notice so they couldn't get more drunk
-begging them not to get drunk
-almost setting the house on fire
-leaving the bird cages open and then the birds flying out around the house and me and my drunk father trying to catch them.
-my father one night drunk out of his wits and furious at my brother for not being his blood son, decided it was the time to tell us that my brother was not his real boy and that he was someone else's. I remember locking myself in the bathroom in tears and sobbing my heart out because I had an inkling he wasn't my dads. I didn't really care too much about him not being my dads blood son. It was the way my father did it, telling us whilsy drunk and being horrible about him. Even though he was not my fathers biologically he married my mother knowing full well she had a child, and yet my father drilled it into us he is not Mine, frequently calling my brother a bastard and ramming punches in his stomach and being so cruel yet my mother still stayed with him.
My brother went through a lot and left home early.
-my brother also had a rotten temper and would slam doors and get upset easy. I wonder now about him and hope he's ok but he hates my guts and he doesn't agree with black and white marriages, like interracial relationships, and he is a different person now and I am nc with everyone due to my rough childhood except for my little brother who is now in the police and married .
We are the only one who turned out normal.
-when I started my periods my mother could barely afford the sanitary pads so we used to have to use rolled up toilet roll and she would use pillow cases, ruin them with her blood and then wash them.
The money for sanitary pads went on alcohol.
Now I am no contact with any of them. It was pretty rough to the point I was still abused up until my 20s and finally cut off all contact with my parents in 2018
I want to give my children a better life than I had and I bloody hate alcohol with a passion. I am married now with 6 children, married to a man who despises my childhood and hates what I went through. He promised to take good care of me and support me and show me the love I missed out on. I look at my children now and think how the hell could I put alcohol above their needs.
My parents are separated and divorced now, and both remarried people who are also big into alcohol. It's so sad and hurtful.
I hated my childhood. I used to walk home from school praying the whole way please dont let them be drunk and please let there be food.