Growing up in Ohio, I never imagined that saying ‘I do’ would mean fighting a battle I never signed up for. My husband, Daniel, seemed like the man of my dreams until I learned about his hidden addiction. Now, every day is a struggle between hope and heartbreak, and I wonder if I ever really knew the man I married.
My name is Jessica Miller, and this is the story of how the man I always called my hero—my dad—became a stranger to me, and how I had to find the courage to face the truth, no matter how much it hurt. From the warmth of childhood memories to the icy shock of betrayal, I invite you into my world as I wrestle with family secrets, forgiveness, and what it really means to be strong. Through heartbreak and hope, I seek answers that only you, dear reader, can help me find.
I grew up watching my mother feed a hungry little girl from next door, while her family crumbled behind closed doors. As I uncovered the truth about her father’s addiction, I faced the painful reality of how little I could do. Years later, the memory of that girl still haunts me, leaving me to question whether I could have done more.
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.
