His father had been a low-life drunk who’d barely kept food on the table and seldom kept his fists off their mother, a depressed woman who’d never been much of a mother.
This reminded me a lot of my own life except that even though my mom and I experienced my step-father like this, in hindsight, there was much my mother did do for me, even if she couldn't get away from her own daemons. This still caused much hardship on us both, but I do see ways she was there for us.
