Fathers

Growing up me and my Mom were the dream team. She was my best friend and she was always looking out for me and my brother, Jack, best interest. She has to be very careful and always alert when we were young because my father was so unpredictable. From the time I was eight years old I realized my Dad wasn't the Father I had seen in TV shows and in my friends households. My Dad was an alcoholic and he was never on a pedestal for me. The only father-ish figure I did put on a pedestal was my best friends Dad. He loved his kids and came home every night from work and played with them and talked to them like fathers should. I would go weeks with out talking to my Father sometimes during the school year because I would come home from dance practice and my father would already be passed out on the couch and he would be gone in the mornings for work by the time I would wake up. He missed my entire childhood and teenage years.  He is clueless about monumentous occasions that happened in my life because he spent most of the hours of the day when he was off work drunk. I had gone to a catholic school from Kindergarten till 8th grade and he missed my graduation and graduation party cause he was passed out on the couch, in the same spot he always was.