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By Becky Kew 

The Change in Me

 

Last updated 4/7/2020 at 2:51pm

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When I think about my childhood, I vividly remember having to compete against the "brown bottle." Both my Mom and Dad were drinkers. There was always a party going on somewhere. In our small town of 800 people, it seemed as if drinking was all there was to do.

I can remember my mom and dad fighting, and sometimes it would be quite scary for a little kid to listen to. As I got older I got used to it. I used to wonder: "Why do they love this brown bottle so much when it brings so much misery? Why don't they love me? Is this all my fault? Maybe I'm not a good enough daughter?" (Thankfully it's...



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