Makemineatwin2 I was often embarrassed, but at the time I didn’t necessarily put it down to his drinking. I just thought he was being a dickhead, which he was, but I think he would have been far less dickish if he’d been sober.
I think what was most painful was that he couldn’t own how awful he had been, and how inconsistent and confusing. He’d promise the earth when drunk and then backtrack when he’d sobered up. As a child I just came to think that most people couldn’t be trusted to be reliable.
He would also use me as an emotional dumping ground, again he would have no recollection of telling me things I shouldn’t have known, like how long it’d been since he’d had sex with my mum, and how a lot of things were my fault, which actually had nothing to do with me at all.
My mum did the same though, and would tell me what a bastard he was, how mean and unfair, how much she was embarrassed of him. That used to upset me terribly, because, well, he wa still my dad and I didn’t want to hear from her what a twat he had been, just because she felt like venting her spleen.
My friends knew, but were as powerless as me.