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Two alcoholic parents in a small/medium sized western WA town. Adopted at birth with one younger sister. My parents were at their cores, good loving people who struggled with sobriety. My Dad finally got sober when I was about done with high school. He always kept his job though. Two DUI wrecks that both ended him up in the hospital and jail briefly. If he did that today, it may have ended very differently for him. Luckily nobody else hurt. My Mom had gotten sober a few years prior. We were loved, not beaten, but often alone and constantly on watch for which Dad would show up. The drunk or the angry one. He did have a temper, worse when sober. Never laid a hand on us though. It could have been way worse.
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Jerry
1983 911 SC/Carrera Franken car, 1974 914 Bumblebee, 1970 914-4, 1999 323ti
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