My father is an alcoholic. My mother and him both were abusive to me when I reached the age of approximately 15. I am in my mid 20's now.

He drank so much one night that he fell and busted his head open and I called the ambulance to take him to the hospital. I have 2 siblings and a "mother" and I was the only one by his side so he wasn't scared in the ICU while they cut his neck open so they could give him dialysis because his organs were failing. I slept there in the waiting room so I could go in and see him the minute that they accepted visitors and so I could stay until they told me to leave. I just knew regardless of what he put me through with his alcoholism that no human should go through all of that alone.

He got out of the hospital about 3 weeks later and relapsed. My mom then came out and admitted that she had been cheating. They got a divorce, he lost the house and car, he's killing himself with alcohol and sleeping pills and my mother hasn't said a word to me because she's busy with her new bf.

To answer the question, I'm admitting that after being there for my dad all that time that I'm regretting being there for him. I thought that if anyone did something like that for anyone that it would make a difference but it didn't and things got so much worse afterwards. It now is very difficult for me to care about other people at all, and when I do care I am way too intense as if my life depended on it, I feel like I'm broken.