If you tell someone your parent is an alcoholic or an addict, they seemingly, on some level, get that you had a rough childhood. You don’t need to expand for hours, trying to prove your case like a lawyer with the odds stacked against him. Or in some cases spend your whole life trying to figure out if, wait a minute, holy shit, your parents actually were toxic after all, like you’re trapped inside a one-player game of Clue and the big mystery is “Why am I like this?”
