Dramatic Fiction

Nobody was sorry to see him die, not me or any of his other children – those of us unfortunate enough to be borne by him. It might sound bad to some, heartless even but after years of disappointment, embarrassment and selfishness, what could anyone expect?

Years ago, I used to think that I would cry – that I would mourn the life we never had with him and the opportunities he missed. Those were the days when I was proud to be called a “Daddy’s Girl” even though the figure himself was as present as he was sober. Apparently, for the first two years of my life that he lived with us, I was his little girl, but unfortunately, it took a lot longer than two years for me to see him for what he truly was – a drunk whose two baby sons that had passed were more important than his three breathing daughters and one living son.

After two heart attacks, refusing to take his warfarin because it didn’t mix with alcohol and a near fatal bout of septicemia, you would think he would have seen the light; changed his life and been grateful for each and every new day. But the funny thing about addicts is that it rarely ever works like that – the addiction is stronger than logic or common sense and the love is always for the devil.
Relatives only have two choices: to hope and pray for a better day whilst sticking around out of some misguided sense of loyalty; or to eventually give up, turn away and get on with their own lives without the uncertainty of what unwanted problems an addict can bring. I chose the latter.

Were we better off without him? Definitely. Did that make the rejection and lack of consideration any less painful? Never. But I guess he never cared enough to find out any of this before his time wasted on this earth was up.

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So, I saw today’s Daily Post daily prompt “Dramatic” and this instantly popped to mind. I had the first paragraph written down already from a late night inspiration and this prompt inspired me to turn it into the beginning of something. So here it is. Dramatic Fiction.

Is it real? Mostly. All except the fact my father has not yet passed. But when he does, this is what I would write about it.

 

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Comments

  1. roseamyh says:

    Wow, really powerful piece! Well written & certainly really engaging, well done x

    1. Unsigned, Emmie says:

      Thank you for reading & commenting!

  2. What a brilliantly written post. I haven’t had direct experience with alcoholism in my family but my friends mam died of it and I worked in a prison with people with alcohol and drug addictions and it wasn’t pretty xxx

    1. Unsigned, Emmie says:

      Thanks for commenting. Addiction is weird because it normal turns into a cycle down the generations or the complete opposite!

      Emmie xo

  3. It isnt a post I can relate too but it is such a powerful and thought provoking post, alcoholism is just awful x

  4. Words definitely have power and this post proves that. Alcoholism is such a horrid disease and effects those around the addict in such horrid ways

    1. Unsigned, Emmie says:

      Thank you! I’ve never written something creative let alone shared so your comment means a lot.

      Emmie xo

  5. Ana De Jesus says:

    I can relate, I was brought up in care because of parents that neglected me but not because of drugs or drink but abuse. My mum left me with my dad when I was 2 and a half and my dad met an abusive women who abused us both he is still with her now. I guess their illness would be loving someone too much and that person is not you.

    1. Unsigned, Emmie says:

      thank you for sharing this with me. I’m sorry you had to go through that and sorry your dad still is! I spent some time in care as a child so I get that as well – funnily enough my dad put us in there because my mum wasn’t fit too parent as much as he wasn’t!

      Emmie xo

  6. What an emotive piece. I too have a distant (both physically and emotionally) and heavy drinking dad so I can relate a little too. I’m frustrated by him frequently! Thank you for sharing. X

    1. Unsigned, Emmie says:

      I think I’m past the point of frustration now and more like “whatever” because I just can’t be bothered. Thank you for commenting.

      Emmie xo

  7. Wow, what a beautifully written post! I can relate to this. My uncle is an alcoholic, he’s already had a stroke & a couple of mini strokes but he’s drinking more than ever now 🙁 It’s sad isn’t it?! You can’t help someone that won’t help themselves though unfortunately. Great post, I really enjoyed reading this! xx

    1. Also wanted to say thank you for sharing and sending hugs! xx

    2. Unsigned, Emmie says:

      Thank you for your comment and sharing your own personal experience. It seems unfair that some people live such healthy lives and end up with serious health issues in later life when people like my dad survive multiple near death experiences and don’t appreciate their lives!

      Emmie xo

  8. mommykidtime says:

    I really enjoyed reading this post. I too can relate to this but with my mom and drugs rather than alcohol. It’s what motivates me to be the best mom I can be. Their trying to say addiction is an incurable disease. I say that’s nonsense it all starts with a choice and then continues with more choices to choose something over someone.

    1. Unsigned, Emmie says:

      Thanks for commenting and sharing your experience. I’ve been through alcohol and drugs with my mum as well as just alcohol with my dad. I’ve heard all about addiction being an illness but I’m with you on this. I understand that some people have more “addictive personalities” but its still a choice.

      Emmie xo

  9. Nikki says:

    What a very powerful post. I can relate to everything you have writte n xx

    1. Unsigned, Emmie says:

      Thank you for commenting. I rarely come across people who I know have experienced similar so thank you again.

      Emmie xo

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