I don't think it would bother me. Well, maybe a little, but more in the sense that I never had a father the way normal people have. I could NEVER tell my dad anything as he'll just belittle me (back then). Or disregard my thoughts/opinions. Looking back, I don't think he even realise he done it. He was like an unthinking robot, acting on impulse without regard on how he came across. Though, I could forgive him all that, but I could never forgive the drink. Maybe some of you guys experienced the same with a member of your family, or perhaps you didn't and seem to think; 'What's the big deal, forgive him already'. To sufficiently detail how it was growing up with a drunk for 18 years isn't something I cannot do in even a million words. Having your pals around while he's in the study, straining your ears to listen for the liqueur cabinet opening, calling ahead when wanting to bring someone home to see what state he's in. Seeing your mom with tears in her eyes, insisting 'nothing is wrong' no matter how many times you ask.
I can mention a thousand other such details, but this isn't what this thread is about. And I cannot be fucked listening to people that never had your experiences grunt at me.
I'm off to pirate some music!
I couldn't even begin to fathom what you went through. It is gut wrenching to read. I am glad you shared that, we all have different experiences growing up and it helps us all to hear each others stories. That is what this thread is exactly about.