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THE "SHE" CHRONICLES | #FlashbackFriday

Flashback Friday, hosted by Michael G. D’Agostino of A Life Examined, is a monthly blogfest, occurring on the last Friday. Michael’s directive: “Republish an old post of yours that maybe didn’t get enough attention, or that you’re really proud of, or you think is still relevant etc.” Please add your link to the list at the end of the post if you’d like to join in.


(This is a series of vignettes, using third person narrative by she who shall remain nameless.)

Episode One
(Originally published January 2013 ►)


“Mommy! Make it stop!”

The little girl’s plea fell on deaf ears, as her parents continued to rage at each other, full volume. It was the same scene every weekend. Father came home stinking drunk and Mother railed at him. They said horrible things to each other and once, Mother hurled a heavy, glass ashtray at his head. It broke open a large gash on his temple and she took him to the hospital. The little girl was home alone and peace reigned at last, but only for awhile.

Angry voices shattered the darkness and she woke up with a start. The sounds of vomiting and water running in the tub kept her awake. Just when she started falling asleep once more, loud, panicked shouts filtered through the walls.

Daddy's nightmares. Mommy make it stop!

“Mommy! Make it stop!”

Father was having yet another nightmare. Mother once told her they were fuelled by memories of his time in mortal combat. “He’s trying to drown them out with alcohol”, she lamented.

It was dawn by then, so the little girl left her bed and went into the kitchen. Grabbed a bowl of cereal and adjourned to the living room to watch cartoons. She knew it would be hours yet before either one of her parents got up.


Staring at the TV but not really seeing, all she could think about was how depressing the rest of the day was going to be. Mother, tearfully complaining about her lot in life and what an awful man she was married to. Father, severely hung over and barely uttering a word, then slinking off to watch the football game.

The little girl so longed for a “normal” life, where parents adored each other and their children, as depicted in sitcoms of the day, like “Leave it to Beaver”. She would have given anything to have parents like that!


This was a rough road for an only child; no siblings to commiserate with, to gain strength from, to share the pain. The little girl was all alone.

Mondays should have brought relief, as she could escape to school. Here was another kind of hell, though, thanks to the bullies who taunted and terrorized her. She did have a few friends and Father stayed sober until Friday, which made it all somewhat bearable.

Then, came the weekend, once more.

“Mommy! Make it stop”

Crying. Mommy make it stop!

Mommy didn’t.

© D.D.B. 2013/2014/2015/2016

Don’t we all have some dark memories, buried deep in the recesses of our minds?


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Canine Innkeeper in suburban Toronto, Canada, known as “The Doglady”. Writer/website owner, photographer, animal lover, music fanatic, inveterate traveller. History, literature and cinema buff. Eternal “hippie/rockchick”. Binational, German/Canadian and multilingual. Looking for the next adventure!

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26 thoughts on “THE “SHE” CHRONICLES, EPISODE ONE | #FlashbackFriday

    1. Glad to know my story had an impact. 🙂 Hopefully, that means it was good. Thanks for visiting and for creating this blogfest. Cheers!

  1. Hey Debbie,

    This sounds so painfully familiar of a young girl I once knew and lived a similar childhood. The emotional damage this does for a child is one that never heals. 🙁


    1. Yes, there are common elements here for many, I’m sad to say. 🙁 This type of childhood definitely leaves scars, but also helps to strengthen character, I believe. Thanks for coming by, Bren! 🙂 Happy Memorial Day Weekend to you.

  2. That one is so sad! 🙁

    Even at a young age, we all want security and peace. Maslow was so right with his heirarchy; never thought I’d agree with psychobabble of any sort. There ya go…just one more thing I’m wrong about. 🙂

    1. It is a sad story and one of many in this harsh world. A dysfunctional childhood will definitely leave scars, but a strong person is capable of transcending those disadvantages. I’ll have to look up that particular bit of psychobabble, as I’m not familiar with it. Thanks for coming by and adding to my education. 🙂

  3. Very powerful post. Incredibly sad…and unfortunately all too common. How tragic is that?! I can’t imagine having a childhood like that. Sure, there were arguments in my house growing up but it was very typical, nothing out of the ordinary. Although sometimes situations like the one you describe is sadly typical.
    Great images you used with the story. They really helped convey the mood.
    Very well done Debbie!

    Michele at Angels Bark

    1. Yes, this little girl had a rough time and I’m glad you felt the impact of the story, Michele. There are many children of alcoholics, drug addicts, etc. with similar tales of woe, unfortunately. Thanks for coming by. Have a Happy Memorial Day weekend!

    1. There are many such sad stories in the world. The happy ending comes when the child transcends her upbringing and lives a better life. Thanks for coming by! 🙂

  4. What a well-written portrayal of a massacred childhood. God knows we can’t ever get that back and perhaps it’s the reason we’re all equipped with self-preservation for when storybook monsters pale to the ones among us. I hope to read more on the fate of this angel. Have a perfectly uplifting week, my friend!

    1. Thank you, Diedre. “Massacred childhood” is a brilliant bit of phrasing; you are a masterful writer! Some are able to cope better than others, I think. What disturbs me is when people try to justify bad or criminal behaviour by blaming their dysfunctional upbringing. Happy Memorial Day weekend to you! 🙂

  5. How sad. It brings back memories from my own past. In my case it was my father and sister. I as the youngest played mediator and fool, and guard. At least I felt like UI had to protect my mother but of course that was never the case. She protected me as much as she could but I still felt I had to be the protector.

    Still F*’ed up after all these years would be the title of my biography.

    1. I’m sorry you had such a rough childhood, Chi Chi. Living with one alcoholic is bad enough; can’t imagine two! 🙁 At least your mother was protective and concerned about you. Thanks for sharing your story here. Good song!

  6. Hi, Debbie the Doglady!

    No child should have to endure such pain and fear on a regular basis, yet many do – far too many. What’s important to remember is that a troubled childhood does not automatically sentence a child to a troubled life as an adult. A lonely child raised in a volatile, unstable environment, deprived of the support system of parents, siblings and friends typically depicted in family sitcoms, can develop coping strategies, gain strength and resilience, become self sufficient, cultivate artistic talent, writing, communication and leadership skills, and have a positive impact on the world. Our circumstances, then or now, need not define us. It’s not what happens to you, it’s what you do about it that makes all the difference.

    Thank you for this thought provoking Flashback Friday post, dear friend Debbie. I wish you a safe and happy weekend!

    1. You’re so right, Shady. circumstances do not define us and many people are able to overcome dysfunctional childhoods. Some, on the other hand, choose to blame their upbringing and go down a more sordid path. Thanks for reading my story. Happy Memorial Day weekend to you! 🙂