My dad the drug addict
  As far as I can remember back my dad has always abused drugs. Once he told me he started doing drugs at 14 and he's now 51. I remember as a child how my dad would get paid on Fridays and on Friday nights him and a few of his buddies from work would set around our dinner table at home and snort powder. I was only a child then maybe about six or seven. Once my dad snorted so much powder until has nose poured blood which scared the living shit out of me. My mom was a druggie too. She never participated in the snorting of the cocaine around the dinner table but she smoked weed like cigarettes and drunk beer like it was water. My father would fly into violent rages whenever he had the desire to get high. He would beat my mom to a pulp, take the money that she were going to use to buy food with, and snort it up. If he wasn't for my grandparents I would have starved a many a day. I hated my mom for years for staying with my dad. He would beat her to a pulp and then she would set back and watch him beat her children like it didn't phase her. Not once did she ever step in to protect her children from this violent, abusive, drug addicted man. Whenever he would fly into these violent rages she always blamed me or my sister. I was in and out of foster homes. I went to school one day and broke down. I went to the principals office and stripped, my body were covered in bruises and welts. I got tired of living in constant fear and afraid of getting beat like a grown man by my own father. Immediately that same day the Sherriffs Department took both my sister and I from my parents. My dad has been on drugs all his llife. He's been in rehab a couple times and always relapsed.