<p>Well, it all started on the day after Christmas. We all knew I was going to be a bad day when my after my father started drinking at 10 in the morning. So, he started off like he always does, ridiculous and loud. He would yell stupid slurs and expirience intense verbal diarhea. So, around 2 O'clock, my father is already drunk and decides to have some fun, he wants to make a fire in the back yard. After getting it started, he throws our Christmas tree into the flames, ornaments and light included, and just sits there. My mother tries to grav as many of the ornament off as she can, while cursing him with all her now drunken furry.</p>
<p>Well, after a while, around 4, my dad decides he wants some more coke, the soda, for his bourben. He comes inside and discovers that my brother drank the last of it, so he beats my brother with part of an electrical cord. my brother,a 9 or 10 years old now in tears, runs inside and hides. So, now my father decides to drive to the grocery store, with me in the car. I was yelling that I did not want to go, but I was 11-12, so it did not mean much. So, he speeds around 50 down our street, which has a speed limit of 25 miles perhour, and yells "If I die, you are gonna' die with me." After do a complete doughnut in the middle of the road to turn, we go to Food Lion for the coke.</p>
<p>After we get home, the fight begins. Him and my mother really get into it, with words I cannot say. As I am cleaning the shed for some reason, he comes outside and says it it not good enough and tries to hit me with a rake. I dodge and run inside and tell my mother that we need to call the cops. She tells my father that she will, but he ignores her and goes upto my room. In my room, he throws my chair into the wall, make holes where the wheels went through. </p>
<p>After a half an hour, he comes down and says that he spent ihs time up there "trying to **** himself" because they say if you can do that you can kill himself. I may remind you that he had a knofe in his hand when he was saying all this. Next, he goes outside and tries to drive away. My mother, not realizing his boldness, puts her hand through the wondow only to find my father rolling it up and starting to drive. So, my mother is getting pulled my the car with her entire arm in the window, while she is pulling his hair and scraching his face for her life. He stops and storms inside, which is where the true destruction begins.</p>
<p>Well, through the list is longer, I forgot alot of it because I was a while ago. He threw my mother makeup basket all other the house, ripped down the curtains, slammed a hole through his bedroom door, busted up all the dished in the sink, and threw what was left of the Chirstmas turkey through the window. Well, my mother had enough, and was screaming at him saying she would call the cops, but he ignored her yet again. She finally calls, and he is promptly arrested and taken to jail.</p>
<p>This was the final major fight, and was the catalyst for the divorce. We a middle class family, not some trashy family as it seems. My father is now much better, and yesterday was his one year ofr someberness. He is more chill now, while my mother is still sufferening from the horrid marriage. My brother does not remeber that much, but I still do not like my father, but I still love him.</p>