When your idols come crashing down
When I was 5, I remember thinking my father was the coolest, smartest person who could do anything he wanted. My father was a morally sound man, did not want to cheat people, believed in honesty and not harming others. But he also had his fair share of issues, he was an alcoholic and was possibly depressed.
I didn’t get to spend a lot of time with my father, he was never emotionally available. He never had time to go out on…