Dad stole my dinner money and sold our toys to fund his addiction. He ruined my childhood... but that's not all he destroyed
Friday 25th April 2025, 10:45AM
Hiding behind the sofa, I clamped my hands over my ears as a couple of burly bailiffs banged on our front door. I was just seven, but had become used to the anxiety these visits would cause.
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