alcohol

My biological mother and father aren't around.

Simply because they picked drugs and alcohol over me and my 3 siblings.

I struggled with this forever and then learned to move on.

Because I was given something much better. 

I was given a loving family who adopted me.  

But In my teenage years, I loved alcohol. 

That and some other things.

It was my way to cope with my life and being unsatisfied.  

I wasn't happy with my life.

The fact that I was adopted. 

So I drank, quite a lot.

Just to deal with the inside hurt and pain.

And now, I don't drink. 

One, because I'm pregnant. 

Two, I was never good at drinking.

Three, It's honestly just not my thing.

I'd drink & drink and throw up. 

Feeling like complete shit.

I prefer to be my sober silly self. 

So when someone around me always drinks, 

I feel hurt and alone...completely alone.

Especially when it causes us to fight more. 

Words are said and feelings are hurt. 

Tears flow. 

I'm trying to just put on a happy face.

Act like nothing is wrong.

But deep down...I feel really broken and alone.

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