He would hide bottles. My mom grew up being ashamed to ever invite a friend over . she’d be the one cleaning up his vomit after getting home from school . she took care of that monster beast she called her dad. he was a mean drunk. Vicious.
He would hide bottles. My mom grew up being ashamed to ever invite a friend over . she’d be the one cleaning up his vomit after getting home from school . she took care of that monster beast she called her dad. he was a mean drunk. Vicious.