Had a father, major alcoholic though.

To be honest - and I was thinking about this lately - it felt mostly normal when he drank & did his shit. On a bad day it sucked, but most of the time I didn't bat an eye.

It hit me when he got taken by the cops for driving me to school drunk one morning, and my aunt picked me up to drive me home. I remember cause she was bawling & apologizing for my dad being the way he is, and I felt nothing, I just kind of thought, "Oh, yeah I guess this is probably not how a father should be".

Shows how much one exists in their own context though doesn't it. And for those wondering how the story ends he got sober four years ago & me and him are great. Mom's still healing though