I couldn't take it anymore.. I was way to stressed. Nothing helped me. He sure wouldn't help me. He can't help himself.
I went to my mothers grave and prayed so hard to get him help and to be a normal family again.."mommy,I miss you soo much..I love you" I said in tears.
He never ending up hitting me but still yelled which isn't any better but I know he has enough faith still not to hit me. But he still drinks.
Im not scared of him. So that's not a issue. Its more being scared for him. What will happen if he gets sick. I thought about everything that could go wrong,cause I can't think of anything good and happy with all this in my life..
