By Terri Rimmer My sobriety date this time around is Dec. 8, 1995. I grew up in an alcoholic, abusive home and alcoholism's roots run deep on my mother's side of the family, causing much tragedy. From the time I was a kid I remember being anxious, not fitting in, feeling like a misfit. I was bullied all through school and I thank God for my big sister, Cindy who pretty much raised me from the time I was eight when our mom took off to live with her boyfriend who would later become our step dad. Our dad was there but worked a lot of hours and abused us. After our parents' divorce when I was eight, Cindy and I briefly attended Smyrna Church of Christ and went to their Bible camp for four years in the summer which I have fond memories of. Though we had attended the Catholic church as kids sporadically, my dad having grown up in the faith, I was afraid of God and I remember while attending the Catholic church the priest scared me when he preached about hell an...
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