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I grew up with a loving, charismatic, abusive alcoholic father. I say this to give context and a gentle warning before continuing to read, because what I’m sharing could be triggering to anyone who has lived through the trauma of loving someone with alcoholism (or any other type of addiction).

The mind-body sensations of what I witnessed as a child still live in me today as an adult. Laughs at dinner that feel like ticking bombs, where easygoing moments could shift unannounced into all out battles. The tinkling of ice, wondering when the next drink could tilt the delicate balance…

Christi Jeane

Engineer and novice writer who loves connecting the built world to our humanity. I love the beach, chocolate, and any form of traveling. And So. Much. More.

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