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	<title>Comments on: Fearful of the Next Moment</title>
	<link>http://www.shoutinginside.com/2008/01/04/fearful-of-the-next-moment/</link>
	<description>Whispers in the Roar</description>
	<pubDate>Thu, 09 Sep 2010 02:36:01 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>By: Julie</title>
		<link>http://www.shoutinginside.com/2008/01/04/fearful-of-the-next-moment/#comment-12308</link>
		<dc:creator>Julie</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 22 Jan 2010 21:58:55 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>My mom is so stupid. My dad has given her 2 heart attacks from all the stress, and everything. Yet, she's still with him. It sucks.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My mom is so stupid. My dad has given her 2 heart attacks from all the stress, and everything. Yet, she&#8217;s still with him. It sucks.</p>
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		<title>By: Audrey Hale</title>
		<link>http://www.shoutinginside.com/2008/01/04/fearful-of-the-next-moment/#comment-7942</link>
		<dc:creator>Audrey Hale</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 06 May 2009 19:53:25 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid>http://www.shoutinginside.com/2008/01/04/fearful-of-the-next-moment/#comment-7942</guid>
		<description>I don't really know how to describe the way i feel when i am with my family.  My mother has been an alcoholic for around eight years now.  She is so different from one minute to the next.  Sometimes she is sad and doesn't want anyone to talk or make any noise.  Sometimes she sits at the table crying for hours or until she passes out.  My sister and i leave her alone when she is like that.  We stay in the other room, leave the lights off, and sit there and do nothing.  Just sitting there, you can't forget that mom is drunk in the next room.  Some days I come home, open the door, and she is completely happy and sober.  Those days are rare.  I just go with the flow and act happy too.  There is no other time that i feel more like i am just an actor.  Every few days, i come home, open the door, and mom is mad, drunk, and throwing a fit.  She yells and yells and sometimes throws things and sometimes she gets really violent.  She just keeps it up until the middle of the night.  On those days, i never get to eat or sleep because she won't leave me alone long enough.  The other side of this story is my father.  He is great sometimes.   He also has a horrible temper.  He used to get drunk all the time.  He quit drinking three years ago.  But even when he quit drinking, he never quit leaving.  He's always running out.  Staying away for sometimes six months at a time.  What i hate the most out of everything is always feeling like i'm living on the edge.  I never know what will come next.  I am always surprised even though i know nothing should surprise me now.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I don&#8217;t really know how to describe the way i feel when i am with my family.  My mother has been an alcoholic for around eight years now.  She is so different from one minute to the next.  Sometimes she is sad and doesn&#8217;t want anyone to talk or make any noise.  Sometimes she sits at the table crying for hours or until she passes out.  My sister and i leave her alone when she is like that.  We stay in the other room, leave the lights off, and sit there and do nothing.  Just sitting there, you can&#8217;t forget that mom is drunk in the next room.  Some days I come home, open the door, and she is completely happy and sober.  Those days are rare.  I just go with the flow and act happy too.  There is no other time that i feel more like i am just an actor.  Every few days, i come home, open the door, and mom is mad, drunk, and throwing a fit.  She yells and yells and sometimes throws things and sometimes she gets really violent.  She just keeps it up until the middle of the night.  On those days, i never get to eat or sleep because she won&#8217;t leave me alone long enough.  The other side of this story is my father.  He is great sometimes.   He also has a horrible temper.  He used to get drunk all the time.  He quit drinking three years ago.  But even when he quit drinking, he never quit leaving.  He&#8217;s always running out.  Staying away for sometimes six months at a time.  What i hate the most out of everything is always feeling like i&#8217;m living on the edge.  I never know what will come next.  I am always surprised even though i know nothing should surprise me now.</p>
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		<title>By: Trisha</title>
		<link>http://www.shoutinginside.com/2008/01/04/fearful-of-the-next-moment/#comment-546</link>
		<dc:creator>Trisha</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 25 Nov 2008 22:44:43 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid>http://www.shoutinginside.com/2008/01/04/fearful-of-the-next-moment/#comment-546</guid>
		<description>I know how you feel about that. My dad was the same way, up until I turned 9 and my mom finally left him, but just for another alcoholic. Now she's taken off and abandoned my little brother and I.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I know how you feel about that. My dad was the same way, up until I turned 9 and my mom finally left him, but just for another alcoholic. Now she&#8217;s taken off and abandoned my little brother and I.</p>
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