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It's true that I had become accustomed to drama in my family. My father was loud and mean, especially when he was drunk, which was most evenings and every weekend. He would back my poor mother into a corner of the kitchen and berate her, towering over her in that threatening way that I knew so well, telling her she was fat and ugly and stupid and spending too much money on me. He would get louder and louder until she finally began to tremble and sob – then he would storm out of the house in...