These type of memories is why I don't drink very much either. Probably because I'm scared of what I might do. Or not do. The memories of childhood and drinking parents are mostly blurry, mostly because I don't want to think about those kind of things. The ones that are vivid are the worst of the memories. I deal with them now. It doesn't affect me on a daily basis, but for sure shaped who I am today, good and bad. I work on the bad parts daily.
It is funny, (and I had to read the story twice to confirm), but I was reading the story assuming the writer was a female. The story doesn't indicate. Maybe because the gif's were female. Maybe because I didn't want them to be male. Who knows. Anyway, here's hoping that the writer gets the demons out, and let's the love in.