I'm so sorry to hear that, Cin.
Alcoholism is a horrible disease, but violence is a crime. The former shpuld be treated, but the latter punished.
I hope you are at peace with all of it now.
I am ok with it now. When I was 18, dad went to a dry-out center.(1984) It was the next trip in 1986 or so that took because he was sober from 1987-1992. I just had to call and find out when he was president of the club. (You couldn't drink and be president. )
At least my stepsister got a sober father during her formative years.
He did start drinking again and we had many years from 1985-1996 that we didn't talk at all. We did make up in 1996, when he finally realized all the decisions I made in my personal life were the best decisions for all involved. He also came to the realization that even though he had been a jerk and said things he shouldn't have said I was still there for him.
He passed away in 1998 from too much alcohol, too little food and not enough prescription drugs.
He chose Michelob over Warfarin.
Though if you were to ask me the hardest thing I ever had to do, that would be telling my stepdad about my childhood (recently). I kind of hated to portray my mom as a neglectful parent.
In about April 1983, I got engaged to a guy. (That would make a book in itself. ) I was 17. About that same time frame both mom and dad found their second spouses.
Well I left mom's the end of May and got married in September. Lived with dad off and on that summer.
So anyway, all the new parents saw was both mom and dad becoming parents to my little brother. They no longer went out.
Dad went to the dry out center in April 84. I know because he almost caused a divorce. Namely mine. But then my now very ex husband didn't understand our family dynamic because he hadn't been around my dad much. If dad had wanted me to do somersaults in the street, I would have. Dad wanted me to go with them to tell my brother about the dry out center. The now very ex made the mistake of telling me I couldn't go. Needless to say, I went.