growing up
i watch my dad
love alcohol
more than he loved me
his little girl
i watched as he drank
himself into an oblivion
more times than i care to count
then the lies would start
dont tell mom
its just one drink
i can manage it
it has not taken me over
the sad thing was though
it had, and to this day
it still does
no he may not drink as much
but even getting sorosis of the liver
didnt stop him
he stayed away from drink for 4 years
but an invitation to a wedding and he was back on it again
lies, oh so many lies
broken promises
yes means no
maybe means never
i’m sorry means nothing at all
Therapy Bits 
I am sorry to read this… my “like” is for the well penned poem! xx
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Thank you Hun I appreciate the support
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Anytime, it will be a pleasure 🙂 *hugs*
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So much pain here. The poem is beautifully written about a tough subject. Hugs. 💟
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Thanks Alice 🙂 XXX
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