Dad, you chose alcohol over us. Every time. For...

Dad, you chose alcohol over us. Every time. For my entire childhood. And still now. Missed birthdays. Broken promises. Empty apologies. Repeat cycle. Forever and ever. I'm an adult now. I don't have to enable this anymore. Don't have to hope anymore. You'll drink yourself to death eventually. And I'll be sad. But I won't be surprised. I'm saving myself. Even if I can't save you.