November 21, 2017 JACOB BEN ABRAHAM. I became fascinated with the subject of alcoholism before I learned to talk. At the time I was also too immature to even have the ability to think any concept such as alcoholism. But I knew my father was breaking down the door to the bedroom where my Mother was holding me clutched to herself in fear. Whatever was wrong with him was leading her to lock him out of the bedroom, he was reacting in rage, and she was reacting to his anger in fear. I was a baby and my Daddy was a drunk who was acting very badly. Alcoholism.

By the time I was old enough to ask questions and form opinions about things my parents were quarreling and divorcing and my life was being constantly influenced by their separation from each other in different towns. Alcoholism again.

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