This story is based on my childhood when I was growing up with my parents before they divorced. It is not meant to bash my father because I do love him, and he has gotten so much better once he married my stepmother. I just want to get this story off my chest because it has bothered me for years and sometimes still affects me when someone I love starts getting angry, even if they are not drinking. I am sure that there are many people who have experienced this just like me and hope that things are better for you as well.
Everyone in the world has a unique voice and also dislikes hearing their own. I am no exception to that truth. I have grown up my whole life with people pointing out the way I speak whether it be commenting on how I sound cute or just wanting to pick on me for it. I have a hard time pronouncing most words that start with “R” which usually ends up sounding like “W”. There are even multiple words that I struggle to pronounce with an “R” in general that is not at the beginning. Even now at the age of 24 I still have people commenting on how I speak, but thankfully everyone just assumes I have an accent from another state. I would like to tell a little bit about my story growing up with this struggle.