I was contacted by my father yesterday. First time I heard from him in 7 years. Let me give a brief abstract of our relationship:
- He's a drug addict.
- My mother kicked him out when I was 2
- All the memories I have of him end with his disappearance as he spirals back into addiction.
- This pattern has repeated 4 or 5 times my entire life and equates to the extent our relationship.
- He's kind of a pompous asshole.
- The last time we met he was living in a half-way house and had the nerve to insist that I would have been raised better had he been there during my life. I condescendingly agreed and then added "If you had been here, maybe I'd be in a half-way house too by now"
- I regretted that, he fell off the wagon soon after and I blamed myself for pushing him over the edge.