My dad is an alcoholic. It wasnt until my teens that he really abused us. Hed come home drunk and go to bed. My sister and i were left to fend for ourselves. I spent a lot of my kids younger years not around too. But at the same time i took them out for fun times and teaching them lifes little moments. My dad too. Its a mix that I find hard to understand. I was also sexually abused by an older classmate for 3 years. Why didnt i stop it? I regret yelling at my kids and mom in a manic rage. Just so much to regret.