Now I'm a parent I look back and think WTF. It's such a manipulative thing to do.
'Don't tell your mother, but I'm going to leave her and you'll want to live with me, won't you?'
(The only acceptable answer was yes so I would have to say it, when the reality was that I was terrified of and hated him and used to hope on a daily basis that he would die because I couldn't see any other way out).
'This is blah blah illegal drug, but it's my right to use it. But if I got caught I could lose my job or go to prison so you can't tell anyone'
He used to take me with him to buy it and tell me to stay in the car and 'look out for the police'