3rd time this year. I am far away from the rest of the family just waiting for news again. Basically he has had a bloody hard life and worst possible childhood-rape, abuse, beatings, brain damage because of the beatings, neglect, borstal. He beat the odds and met mam, married, held down a job for 30 years and brought all of us up the best he could. He cannot work anymore, and is just starting to come to terms with the past. v v hard for him. He dreads each therapy session. can't sleep for days running up to it, then he drinks to try and get some sleep. Then he gets anxious and thinks we'd be better off without him despite constantly being told that we treasure him and are very proud of him.
The first couple of times he did this I was fuious at him, of the lack of regard for all he would have left behind but now I am just desperately sad. He says he has never enjoyed his life. What a fucking waste and a dreadful shame. He gave me everything I could ask for, ahs been a brilliant dad. god just don't know what to do