So I don't drip feed (sorry, this may be long)
My mum died 18 months agp. Dad hasn't coped well. He lives on his own about an hour and a halfs drive from us. I am an only child and I have 2 pre-school children.
My father is an alcoholic. He didn't drink much when mum was alive - they would regularly share a bottle of wine - and sometimes he'd drink whisky too.
AFter mum died he was devastated. She's been ill for many years and he was her carer but after she died he didn't know what to do with himself so he started to fill the void with alcohol.
Last summer we realised his drinking was out of control. He was staying with us but kept sneaking upstairs to swig from his brandy bottle. We told him he could never be alone with the children because he wasn't safe. He promised to stop. I was hopeful.
he saw the GP. he was told his medication was incompatible with alcohol. He promised to stop. I was hopeful.
In the spring his drinking got worse. There were days I'd phone him in the early evening and he couldn't get any words out. He promised to stop. He went to see the alcohol recovery partnership and saw a counsellor. I was hopeful.
He lied to the counsellor. he saw his mentor at the recovery partnership once and decided he was better.
He then got drunk and crashed his car. He wrote off his own and 2 parked cars. By the time he was taken to the police station his blood alcohol levels were such that he was let off with a caution. he was about to buy a new car the next day but I got the GP to prevent him from driving because I knew he wouldn't stop.
He did stop. He was lucid and articulate and witty and interested in his grand children and fabulous to talk to for a month. I was thrilled to have my dad back.
Then he started drinking again.
He fell over 2 weeks ago and was carted off to hospital in an ambulance. he swore he was sober. Apparently he'd been seen weaving down the road and the A&E team reported that he stank of alcohol.
Last week he saw the GP. GP told him he was an alcoholic and gave him the number for AA. Dad called them. Somebody called him back and took him to a meeting. He loved it; loved the support; liked the people...
I was so hopeful. I really thought he might be able to crack it.
I phoned on Monday and Tuesday this week. Both times he was drunk. He phoned on Wednesday, concerned that something had gone horribly wrong because I hadn't phoned him for ages. I pointed out I'd given up my last 2 evenings to phone him but he was too drunk to remember. 5 minutes later he told me it was fine if I was too busy to call him like I had been that week but it was just nice to hear from me now and again.
Tonight in the middle of bed time he rang the land line twice, my mobile, dh's mobile the land line again - within 10 mins so I called him back assuming that he actually urgently needed us. It was nothing that couldn't have waited until my usual call as soon as the kids are in bed. He's not planning on going back to AA because he assures me he's had no alcohol since he saw the GP...
So he's an alcoholic. He lies.
I didn't cause it. I can't cure it. I also can't deal with it. I hate being lied to. I miss my dad. I miss my mum. How the hell do I manage the hope that fills my heart every time he says he's going to stop and how do I cope with the bitterness and the disappointment the next time I call and he's drunk? Right now I feel nothing for him but a sense of responsibility and guilt. The children adore him so not having a relationship with him isn't really an option but I want to be able to have an adult relationship with him.