Unfortunately, my father was also an alcoholic whose disease got worse as I got older. My parents got -
I woke up to my mom screaming, and when I got to the living room, -
I ran to my mom's bedroom to call the police, and to get the revolver she kept back there. I told the police I'd use it if I -
He left, but then something strange happened. He came back, and he sat on the porch and waited for the cops. He let them take him to jail.
There comes a time in almost -
Through the grace of God, Alcoholics Anonymous, and a great family judge, my dad turned his life around. He stopped drinking, accepted Christ into his life, and he and mom got -
I didn't have to use that gun that day. But am I thankful I had it? Yes I sure as hell am. No one deserves to feel unsafe in their own home.
So, don't tell /me/ that I don't /need/ my -