Diary of a broken kid

childhood

my childhood started off well , my dad and i had a great relationship .But everything changed when i turned 9. my dad became an alcoholic, and he became someone that i no longer recognised. When he came back home drunk he would hit me everyday  . My mom wasn't spared he used to beat her too , i tried to protect her ,but when i did , he would lash out his anger at me instead . he used to use his belt for the both of us . and it left wounds both in our bodies and hearts. it was hard to believe that alcohol could transform someone so completely , turning him cruel and heartless.
My mom struggled with depression most of her life . And big part of it was losing her dad . My grandpa had lung cancer , and toward the end , he had a tumour that left him bedridden . I still remember how much he scared me- his long toenails and skeletal body ,that made him look like a corpse . He couldn't move or talk , he used to lie in bed all day and night , sipping soup that my grandma made for him . His condition broke my mom
A lot of my childhood is a blur. Perhaps blocked out by trauma, but there's moments i cant forget. Like the time when my mom tried to kill herself , or the endless arguments between her and my dad . They fought about the most trivial things but mostly about money . My dad had enough wealth to provide for us , but unfortunately he didn't. So we grew up in middle class even though he had the money to support us . my mom worked as a nurse and earned just 800$ a month , that was barely enough for us to get by.