I’m 55. The house I grew up in was pretty dysfunctional. Dad a violent alcoholic, forever losing his job/gambling and losing entire wage in the bookies. My mum was addicted to prescription and otc drugs. I relied a lot on my friends and neighbors to see me right.
I’ve done everything I can to provide a calm, stable environment for my own dc. Although it’s very early into lockdown we’re managing well and making the most of our time together.
I just want to say to all of you struggling now, I’ll never be smug about what I’ve got and I feel so sorry for everyone struggling in toxic relationships. I hope when this is over you can break free x