Wow, blarrobarg, that's a tough story. Seems most people on here have had some bad issues with their parents. I'm glad you managed to get out of it anyway. Isn't it interesting though how, no matter how bad the father is, the mother is almost always the protector? We certainly owe them a lot, don't we?
My own didn't even have the excuse --- if that sort of thing can ever be excused --- of being a drunk, or on drugs. He was a teetotaller, or "Pioneer", as they call them here, and a (supposedly) devout Christian, so the only reason I can see for his abusive behavior was that he was a total, dyed-in-the-wool wanker. I remember the sense of euophoria when he ****ed off; it was like a window had been opened letting fresh air into a room that had been stale and musty for years.
I hope the rest of your life with your mother went okay for you and your brother. I feel for ya. Looking forward to part two...
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