Sad.

I often wonder how life would have went if I wasn't consumed with trying to be "normal" when I so desperately wanted to be me. (Now I strive to be me.)

My mother's urging nearly destroyed my relationship with her. For years I thought she did not like me. I used to tell people my mother only cared about me because I was her daughter, not because she liked me as a person.

Since I possess a lot of my father's personality traits, I can reason that the aforementioned isn't true.

Newtus, have you spoken to your dad about his drinking and how it affects you?