My name is Vivian, and I’m seventeen. This is the story of how my father’s alcoholism tore our family apart, and how my letter to him—born out of pain, love, and desperation—sparked a conversation far beyond my home. I’m sharing it now, because sometimes the truth needs to be louder than the shame.
In this story, I relive the night my brother, Ethan, crashed his car and changed both our lives forever. Struggling with guilt, family tension, and the relentless pressure to be perfect, I confront the reality that sometimes love isn’t enough to save someone. Through heartbreak and hard choices, I come to realize what it means to let go and accept what I cannot control.
I’m Eric, and from the moment Madison and I dreamed of our own place, we faced indifference from the family we hoped would support us. My mother, Barbara, had a downtown apartment she didn’t need, but never once offered us shelter. As our finances crumbled and our hopes faded, we learned the true meaning of being alone together.
