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From the Heaven of my Heart&Hell of my Soul ♟️

Planet One
Oct 30, 2023
4 min read

Even flowers can make us bleed

Describe a family member.

Hello my people . My followers I love you . Am sharing today a touching nonfiction story ( regardless the names )

We also should do the same thing everyday . Let’s try be different today.

Monday & the B

One family member who struggled with alcoholism was my uncle, His name was Monday and he had a wife by name Chelsea

He was a middle-aged man with a charming personality and a great sense of humor. Genuine and generous.

Growing up, he was always the life of the party, making everyone laugh and feel at ease. Like there was no tomorrow .

However, behind his jovial facade, there was a deep-rooted battle with alcohol addiction.

Uncle Monday alcoholism began gradually, with occasional social drinking that escalated over time. This has not happened for no reason

He would often find solace in alcohol to cope with the stresses of his personal and professional life.

But mainly it was personal .

As the addiction took hold, his behavior started to change. He became increasingly unreliable, frequently missing family gatherings and important events. His once vibrant personality began to fade, replaced by mood swings and erratic behavior.

I was only the one who knew the cause of this . But I was young and there was nothing I could do .

The impact of Monday alcoholism extended beyond his own life.

It affected his immediate family, particularly his brothers , sisters , mother

and of course there is who pays this price , the children, who had to endure the emotional turmoil caused by his addiction.

His wife, my aunt, was also cheating on him as she also struggled with something called ( am a b)

It was on Tuesday night in a 3 month of the year , I went fishing with my best friend VLAD and we had a great day till sunset and while we were going back home , I saw Chelsea the B with a dark guy inside a car parked under a mango tree with a clear shadow she was riding the dark guy in the dark . The street lights made me identify the details and I had this hansh in slide me .

She did not even care about the health of her husband she made vows with nor her young 2 girls but her sexual affairs .

The struggle to maintain a stable household and provide a nurturing environment for their children was impossible.

Monday was everyone’s talk , but no one knew what the real story is before his addiction became to this level .

And I was 16 what could I have done and I was extremely scared of her . She had a big nose , her teeth where not that clean and her eyes has a whole world of fantasy , greed . And narcissistic sparks . And she could pretended best I front of everyone telling family stories how he’s been abusing her for of lies just show her self a victim .

The constant worry of my father and disappointment took a toll on their relationship,

She was the cause of breaking a family , and bringing my uncle to this level .

She could do a crime in-front of you and still say ( you did )

She was a sexually uncontrollable

I donor blame uncle Monday

His addiction also had financial implications.

He would often spend a significant portion of his income on alcohol, and of course the rest to his horny wife who has no morals .

And neglecting his responsibilities and leaving his home and drinking as he could not speak about her cheating and low moral and desapionying women he chose to be the life partner .

in a precarious financial situation. This further exacerbated the already tense atmosphere with dad but kept supporting and felt sorry for him .

Despite numerous attempts by his family to help him overcome his addiction, Monday battle with alcoholism persisted.

He attended rehabilitation programs and sought professional help, but the grip of addiction proved to be formidable.

The cycle of relapse and recovery became a recurring pattern in his life, causing immense pain and frustration for his loved ones.

Over time, the toll of alcoholism became evident on Monday physical health. He developed various health issues, including liver damage and deteriorating overall well-being. These health complications further limited his ability to function normally and exacerbated the strain on us and he daughters more than his wife and she already planned her next move with her side chocolate bar .

Despite the hardships caused by his alcoholism,

The family never gave up on him. They continued to support him, offering love,

understanding, and encouragement throughout his journey. Unfortunately,

Monday battle with alcoholism ultimately ended tragically, as he succumbed to the devastating effects of his addiction.

Reflecting on Monday life,

The Death

Eyes reveal one of the first signs of death.

October 1 /1996 Monday was dead

it serves as a reminder of the destructive power of addiction and the importance of seeking help and support.

His story highlights the need for compassion and understanding towards individuals struggling with alcoholism, as well as the significance of family unity in times of crisis.

And also how he died with a secret that only me knew about . never ever judge in your life one side unless you know both side story . And what is coming will reveal shocking story .

And it only started

Month later aunty B vanished as she planned .

No the unexpected started happening ..

To be continued .