The story was so sad im sorry that anyone should have to live this was way. when i was a kid i had a similar story i called my dad the 3am thrump cause he would wake everyone up when he got home after the bars close at 3am and like you the abuse started sometimes cops come take him away but she never press charges so here we go again i wonder all the time like you why did she put up with this the same stuff over and over she said she loves him she did'nt want to bbe alone to this day i still can;t figure that out anyway it will never end till one of them dies or you leave sorry no happy ending unless he stops drinking and he don;t sound like someone who will stop. its a sAD life unless you can get mom to leave and then life will begin. sorry about the preaching its just your poem hit home i think i will write a poem called the 3am thrump make me a fav. author and you will see it when it goes up

I put that poem up i wrote it at the computer so it might not be that good check it out three thirty thump

I must say... I really like your poems... what a horrible experience to have to relive in your childhood. the thing that would make me the most sick too was how in the morning he would act as if nothing happened. I can't help but wonder and hope that your mother is no longer having to deal with this abuse. God Bless!
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Wow this is a deep poem i can relate to this. 5/5