I’ve “hated” my dad for years, for choosing to drink over a relationship with me and both his grandsons. The few times my youngest has saw him, soon as they hear him come in the door, they run straight downstairs from their playroom and they have the biggest smiles on their faces shouting “papa” cuddling hi
it’s so heartbreaking because he’s still a person too that’s struggling, but I’ve had to put myself and my family first now, I’m just waiting for the day I find him de*d, and that’s the honest truth. It’s so sad, addiction can happen to anyone