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I was stronger

Updated: Jun 27, 2021

But the battles got bigger.


I was 13. I stood up for myself. I fought my dad. I had boundaries. My own voice. Opinions. Courage. Moxie.


I wanted him to stop drinking so badly, I would pour his bottle of scotch in the trash. I knew there'd be consequences, but I didn't care. The alcohol was ruining our family, and he had to know I wasn't afraid.


But the battles got bigger.


The voices were louder. The words cut deeper. The control grew stronger.


I became frightened.


I became weaker.


I became stressed.


I became protective.


But the battles got bigger.


I became anxious.


I became quieter.


I became uncertain.


I became me.

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