Changed my name for this (sorry - deep feelings of shame and all that).
He's actually my step-dad, but the only Dad I've known since age 4.
I wish I could just cut him out of my life frankly, but worry about him since my Mum died a few years ago.
I visited him this earlier this evening, taking my 2 small children with me. He opened the door at 5.45pm smashed out of his head.
He makes me so angry, his drinking drove my mother into alcohol dependence.
Why oh why can't I stop feeling sorry for him and just forget he exists?