During the first months, it was not obvious to those around her that she had developed this addiction. When this finally became apparent to my father, he confronted her with treatment options that she continually refused. He turned to alcohol to escape the stress of living with an addict. At that time, I was three years old and my mother had turned to harder drugs. Life went on as my parents continued to struggle with their addiction. The stress this put on both of them slowly turned them into violent people. They started abusing each other, which eventually escalated every night when my dad came home from the bar and they would scream, throw dishes, and even hit each other. Just once, I decided that if I went downstairs and asked them to stop, maybe they would realize how much listening to them fight had damaged my life, but instead of being understanding, my mother took me by my hair and threw me into our large living room. bedroom window, I later discovered she was high on heroin that night. In November 1999, my parents found out they were expecting another child and everything seemed to calm down for a while..