Mine............. is a piece of work. TW for alcohol addiction. So let's start from the beginning, I was born. He didn't even attend my birth, instead he start on the couch and drank and drank and drank. For the next 3 years of my life I had no father figure, he was never present. He lived with me and was my dad but he wasn't my dad yknow? When I was 3 split from him. He went to rehab, started being a father, got sober... everything was good. They got back together and everything seemed good.But then he started drinking again. He would say that one drink wouldn't hurt but then be passed out on the couch. That father I knew for 3 months went away and so did my knowledge of how normal families worked.When I was 6 my sister was born. He was at her birth but other than that not much different from me growing up. I took care of her, I was her father figure for 2 years. My mom would have something to do so it would be me, my sister, and my dad at the house. He would leave me (8) and my sister (1½) upstairs while he went downstairs and drank for 4 hours until she got home. Didn't feed us, didn't tell us when it was bed time, didn't bat an eye if one of us was injured.When I was 8 my grandparents took me to Disney World. I had a great time(love my grandparents so much) and I saved up all my money to buy everyone something to bring back to them. I bought him a hat, he's never worn it. When we got back, I jumped out of my grandparents truck and ran to my dad who was out in the garage. He had a friend over and they had been drinking (obviously) I gave him a hug, he didn't hug me back. I told him I missed him, he shrugged me off. I gave him the hat, he didn't even say thank you. My grandpa who was standing there sent me inside to say hi to my mom and then blew up at him.When I was 8 ½ he went to rehab for the second time. He got sober again and everything was as good as it could be. He came back and we had to move because everywhere reminded him of beer. We moved, sold our boat, sold our fourwheeler. So now you would think everything would be fine.... right? He's sober, we moved, he dropped all the people who would try to get him to drink, ya no. He was still just never there. He threw himself in our local hockey team and eventually would bring home hockey players to live with us for the season (billet family). He gave them more attention and more praise and cared about their well-being more then his two daughters and wife. My mom finally divorced him this summer and I had a really hard time with it. I ended up staying at my best friend's for a few nights. I didn't see my dad for like a week. But we worked some of it out. Or so he thinks at least. He still wants my mom back and doesn't know what he did (even though we have explained it to him lots). We were all good but then the other night I saw that side of him that I've always hated. He was angry, when he gets angry I get scared. (To be fair I get scared when anyone's angry). It's brought back so many old feelings I knew I had but stored away. There is a lot more I could write but I'm tired and don't want to bore everyone.