tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081462564204467574.post1893255679228188159..comments2022-12-28T16:32:40.796-06:00Comments on Pig Tales- Stories from a girl with a broken mommy: A whiskey drunkshannon i olsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08483303871072169333noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081462564204467574.post-11505560506959600922011-09-26T15:40:14.497-05:002011-09-26T15:40:14.497-05:00Following along with your story brings back so man...Following along with your story brings back so many memories. I know where you're coming from and it's a joy to see where you're going! Look at the life you have now, how far you've come from the dysfunction you once knew. My heart goes out to you in this time of remembrance. I've walked many of the same paths you have and my heart aches for the little girl inside of you who deserved to be loved and protected. It's never too late to go back and have a happy childhood; my own children taught me that.Karenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18368318730124533690noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081462564204467574.post-38249576835049517452011-09-23T22:57:18.177-05:002011-09-23T22:57:18.177-05:00Both my parents went on a drinking jag along about...Both my parents went on a drinking jag along about the time I was a teenager. They were never abusive to us, just verbal to each other. They out grew it. Thank God! When I look back, I remember my mother drinking whiskey in milk out of a coffee cup. I sat her in a chair in the kitchen and made her drink black coffee and talk to me. I asked her why she drank and she cried and said she didn't know. Sometimes, you'll never know what demons haunt people. I think she felt trapped and unhappy and then later on came to terms with her life the way it was. <br /><br />I always thought our family was so disfunctional. But the older I got the more I realized that reality wasn't like Ozzie and Harriet. Other families that appeared to have it together were just putting up a facade.~AmesAmeshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15074479473400202674noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081462564204467574.post-88732788781532528052011-09-23T10:31:43.558-05:002011-09-23T10:31:43.558-05:00I used to tell my kids, when they would come home ...I used to tell my kids, when they would come home with stories of kids at school---"You don't know what they are living with at home". Thanks for this story of what some kids are living with at home. What a story of survival! <br /><br />I hope that sharing this is part of a healing process for you, Shannon. <br /><br />Love you.Ann in the UPhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05856961167336069959noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081462564204467574.post-14662094703015235332011-09-22T22:47:56.674-05:002011-09-22T22:47:56.674-05:00How sad this is. I really hope things are okay for...How sad this is. I really hope things are okay for you now. I am very much pulled into your story. I really hope I have never made anyone feel bad who had such burdens to bear. I am determined to be kinder to those I know who have. May you be blessed and happy.<br />The pictures of you are so adoreable, reminds me of my neice when she was little.mudderbearhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04537045078065798116noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081462564204467574.post-48169909322966186512011-09-22T19:42:07.939-05:002011-09-22T19:42:07.939-05:00Not all, but some of the same history has affected...Not all, but some of the same history has affected many children who have become wounded adults. I know exactly what you mean about the "voice".<br />You describe the same feeling I get in the center of my being when a large, loud, angry and intoxicated man is near me. What has become of our memories of childhood? So much has been blocked. God bless you for having the courage to share this past. I am following along, sometimes in your footsteps.Sherry Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09574261570126359163noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081462564204467574.post-9972800565844398062011-09-22T18:08:08.669-05:002011-09-22T18:08:08.669-05:00Shannon,
I love that you decided to start writing ...Shannon,<br />I love that you decided to start writing about your abused childhood. I think God has lead you on this journey to help you heal and that your story will help others face their demons and start to heal also. Thank you for your bravery and courage to come out with your story. I am here if you need a shoulder to cry on or vent to or just need me to pray. God bless you!The Path Traveledhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17931107657755324419noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081462564204467574.post-11275307653258964632011-09-22T17:43:39.979-05:002011-09-22T17:43:39.979-05:00I'm so sorry, no one should have to live with ...I'm so sorry, no one should have to live with that kind of fear. I grew up with an alcoholic father but Mom would not put up with abuse although she really didn't know about the sexual abuse until we were out of the house. God is definitely in the healing process. God bless you for sharing.Unknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00410268604735480530noreply@blogger.com