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"Daddy, please, love me! It's all I want Daddy, please love me!" my little son called, tears in his eyes and blood pouring down his face. Broken bones, flesh wounds, numerous cuts and a broken heart. All of these were things that my prized little boy suffered, and all of them because of his drunken, violent father. My husband. He wasn't the same man that I'd married. Not the same man that I'd had my two sons with. Now that Ray, my younger son, was five, and that he had taken up drinking, he had started being abusive. Yes, his workmate was giving him a hard time, and that was leading him into drinking… but he was hurting my son. My Son. M