My dad passed away ten years ago.
He was a complicated person. Alcoholic and unmedicated bipolar, with no wish to recover from his issues, completely self-destructive.
I had traumatizing moments with him, I broke my skull because he wasn’t looking once, he drank himself to near death a number of times, me and my sister found him almost dead a lot of times, skinny as a bone, not eating, with a bunch of wiskey bottles around him.
He tried to strangle my grandfather once. Given my grandfather was abusive when he was a child, that’s no excuse anyway, he was just a mess.
My mom told me a few days ago that when I was five years old I told her I didn’t like him, that he made me feel bad, but he was the only father I had. My mom doesn’t know if he abused me or not. I had false memories of sexual abuse as a child, that everyone classified as false memories, but I don’t know and I have my doubts about that.
He was also a generous person, and a funny person. Had a great sense of humour and a lot of good friends.
I became an alcoholic too, but at least I’m on the recovery path.
Here’s to good fathers!
How about your father, what do you have to say about him?