When I 14 my mother's father (my drandather) died, the day of his funeral my father got so drunk he bate my mother so bad that the neighbours had to call the cops,2 years later he when I was 16 he beat me and my mother in a drunken rage, I had to call the police(which is a very taboo thing to do in my area) so that he could be taken out, today he and my mother came home drunk with no money to pay the taxi,so I had to pay him out of my own pocket, when I got upset about this my father started to threaten to beat me and my mother again I threatened to call the cops again and he got more angry, I cannot sleep I fear him, I have always feared him he is a horrible man,
Times like this makes me think it would easier on her to lose a son than it would be to lose a husband