Thank you for sharing what happened to you so candidly. It is terrifying to be the object of a grown man’s drunken rage, clearly this is true even if you’re not a 125 lb 5’2" woman.

I’m glad that you had the necessary strength- both of body and will-to escape before his violence was able to incapacitate you.

My dad is an alcoholic. He, too, was a very merry drunk around his buddies; but he was an angry person, and when he drank, eventually that anger would be unleashed on whomever he chose.

I remember many nights that he busted through my bedroom or bathroom door to get at me. I remember wedging myself between the toilet and the bathroom counter to shield myself from his strong, terrible hands.

And the next morning, I was expected to pretend it hadn’t happened. Because he had been in a blackout and for him, it hadn’t. And the last thing my mom needed was for me to go stirring the pot.

He always took that out on her.

Always tell your stories. Before anyone has a chance to convince you that they don’t belong to you.

Because, I promise, people will try.

Stand strong.

I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.

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