My father liked going to the pub when I was small. He was there more often than not. Most evenings after work when I was small. I remember him coming home drunk many times.
My parents separated. The drink was one issue but he wasn't nice to my mother. He cheated too.
All these years later, a mess unfolded.
He has another failed relationship between his mistress is not with him any more. The man ran from every responsibility that he ever had since I was small. He's in huge debt and he's has lost everything he worked for. His second property and his other land. It's all gone. He favoured the pub and alcohol and cigarettes. He had money for a long time. But none of that matters now. Its gone. His answer is to continue to get drunk. And smoke.
I am finding it hard to stomach right now. His life would have been so much more richer without alcohol or with limited alcohol. Maybe have a drink or two once or twice a week but know when to stop.
It's so hard.
We are estranged. The last time I saw him he was drunk and he got mad at me. He has to realise he's not nice when he is drunk and I don't want to be around that.