What do you know? My dad was an abusive alcoholic who beat us and screamed at us most of the time he was home. It's a wonder we didn't end up in the hospital more often. I was relieved when he was finally gone and my mother could raise us precariously but lovingly -- and with the benefit of a vibrant public sector to see to my education, nutrition and edification.
Oh, but I guess I took my dad "for granted." Jesus ...
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