I know the pain of an Alcoholic parent. My piece of shit mother used to drink herself blind every day and scream abuse at me and my brothers. She'd pass out around about 4-5pm leaving me to look after 3 younger brothers, this was about 7 years ago so I was 11 and having to feed and raise my 3 younger siblings whilst the bitch would be busy vomiting in the bathroom or passed out on the floor. That was fun. My dad was busy working himself to the bone because if he didn't the absurd amount of debt run up by her would have put us all on the street. It's amazing what a drunk with a credit card can spend on wine, shoes, clothes, cigarettes and fancy meals out with some scumbag boyfriend that she cheated on my dad with. £60,000 of debt. -blam!-ing $100,000 of debt for you Americans. It's just disgusting. Then the icing on the cake, after being unconcious from prevening until about 9pm she would put on the same three -blam!-ing CDs all night. All -blam!-ing night the house would be filled with the wailing hollering BITCH from Within Temptation. or Take That or the Pirates of the Carribean soundtrack. Now imagine a tiny cottage, with a surround sound speaker system that shook the bloody house. All night, every night with some -blam!-ing shite blasting through the speakers. If you tried to turn it down... you'd just get it turned up full volume and a slap. Good god I hated her. I still do, what she did to me and my brothers is unforgivable. And yet I have to play nice with her and pretend that I've forgiven her and all this other shit that I have to silver tounge to get her to shut the -blam!- up and get off the phone. She left us in 2009 and is now living in hastings being smacked around by the piece of shit she left my dad for. -blam!-ing hilarious karma right there. I'll still kill the bastard if I ever meet him again, but I might thank him first. *Sigh* I haven't vented about this in a loooooong time. Tl;Dr - Don't bother.