There was no middle ground for me. Tempers flared at mum and David's. Passive aggression with my father. My father completely ignoring life, reality and responsibility. I needed physical things like clothes, food and shelter. Mum and David making it clear nothing comes for free. You have to work for every penny. That my room didn't actually belong to me, they worked to pay for it. My father couldn't face the truth. He didn't care for himself so how could he care for me. It was me who was the adult. The army had ruined his life. His own brothers in arms broke his leg on purpose! You can go scuba diving but you can't get a part time job?