TweetI have an alcoholic father he has been that way ever since I can remember.. he always worked and worked his ass off. we moved to s fla from Mississippi when I was 1 and he was a rough neck(worked on the oil rigs). he would always come home drunk. then the oil rigs shut down and he got a job with the government. but still drank and a lot. it would take him an hr to drive home from work and when he got home he couldn't walk straight down the hallway.. he would get mean as hell when he was drunk.

when he would walk in the house at night you could just look at him and know what kind of night it was going to be your best bet was to leave him alone and he would pass out in the lazyboy. he would get up at 5am the next morning like nothing happened.. I remember when my bother and I was 12 or 13 he would take 2 weeks off in the summer with us to do stuff around house and was our job to make sure he didn't drink and make sure he ate breakfast and lunch. if he didn't it was going to be a rough night.. I remember my mom locking him out of the house several times. he would go out to his truck to get something and leave his keys in the house out he went she would get up and lock the door and he would spend the night outside in his truck. then get up and go to work..

I was in high school at work one day and got a phone call they found your dad passed out in the back yard.. oh shit ran down to the hospital thought maybe my dad had a stroke.. nope he was drunk and passed out in the back yard..

when I turned 23 I built my own house and got away from that. then my mom and dad moved over by me and my mom stayed with him. one of the hardest thing I have ever done in my life my mom called and asked if I could come over and help my dad swap out a garage door opener motor.. told her sure went over after work( mind you he was working on this all day unbolt the old unit from the ceiling and bolt in the new one) very simple.. I went up the ladder and started to un bolt the old one and then he starts talking about my brother and I fighting him I was like what? I am here to help you with this opener. then he kept on after a few mins I got down from the ladder and told him to fuck off I didn't need this shit and went home.. that was very hard to do..

well my mom and dad got divorced and he re-married a drinker just like him. I didn't talk to him bc they came to my house one time drunk as shit I told him don't come back to my house like that.. didn't talk to him for 10years then his new wife called me 2 yrs ago telling me about his health problems and he has dementia. so I went over to see him and he looked rough he aged a lot in those 10yrs..
I talked to him but very limited. like once every year or so.. then last night I get a phone call from LE at 1am asking for me. I thought he was dead. nope got picked up on DUI so I bailed him out and picked him this morning then took him home and his wife was telling me how he got shitty last night after drinking all day and then left to go get more beer then she called the cops and on his way home down the street from there house they arrested him. then she told me she wasn't going to argue with him bc the last few times she did that he hit her..

I told her I will be a part of his life but you are to not buy him any more beer and I asked her do you drink she said yes I told her not anymore.. if I stop by in 2 days or 2 weeks and I find beer or wine here I am done. don't call me when he whips your ass or gets arrested..

I don't have a problem with beer or anything I like to go to hooters and eat some chicken wings and drink a cold one..

my dad is 68......am I wrong?