Father and Daughter: A Narrative on Addiction and Loss

I never thought this could happen to me. Becoming addicted to drugs was not a plan that I had. In my spare time I’m playing sports and hanging out with my brother and neighborhood friends. I should have seen this coming, but my mind was too involved in drugs already. My father is a politician from Wisconsin, and is representing the GOP. He heard about me being arrested though the media that suddenly attacked him and asked a lot of questions about how my drug abuse had touched him and how he were going to handle it. He came down to the police station and picked me up. He didn’t say a word.

I looked at the window while I was sitting in his new strongly scented car. Raindrops trickled down one by one. I couldn’t sense what my dad was thinking. I couldn’t even sense if he were mad or disappointed at me. He couldn’t understand how such a young person, his child, could get into such deep trouble. He just starred like he was some kind of a mummy. This terrified me. I’ve never heard him so quite before.

My parent’s is always working full-time, so I’m always alone. My friends have become my babysitter through the years. I grew up insecure about myself and I didn’t have a foundation to grow on. The father-daughter relationship was severely lacking. I’ve never received the love, attention, and nurturing a young girl needs from her father. Of course, my mother would be there when I fell down or hurt myself. She stayed very busy and would come home, tired from working all day, and cook dinner and then clean up. Her work never seemed to end. My father never offered to help - not even once. By the time I was sixteen, I could never do anything right in my father’s eyes and his words made me feel worthless. He would often tell me that I would never be successful in life. I was heart-broken and had no one to turn to. I was alone.