If I Had To Have An Impact On My Life

If anyone or anything was to have an impact on my life, it would for sure be my father. He is the reason why I view a lot of things like I do. The reason why I don’t like alcoholics, reason why I don’t like violence, reason why I don’t like yelling/arguing. He has had the biggest impact on my life than anyone. July 18, 2001 is when it all started. When I was born. My mama always told me that he wasn’t there when I was born and that he took our jeep to go get drunk and such. I’m not sure when my mother divorced my dad, I was too young to remember. I don’t really remember much of my childhood with him other than bad stuff. After my mom divorced my dad, he went to move in with my Memaw. My brother, sister, and I would love to go there to see our dad, but it would never work out. Either he would be there, I would always run into his arms, or he wouldn’t be there. It was always when he wasn’t there when things would go down hill. We would all sit in the living room waiting for him to get back, but as soon as he would get back, we would regret it right away. He would walk into the house drunk off his mind and then my Memaw would try to get onto him for getting drunk after he knew his kids would
Those were the best memories. My uncle Cory, who I have grown closer to after many years of being let down by my dad, my cousins, my sister and brother, my Memaw, and I would all go up to see him. We would go out to eat, then go on bike rides, all hang out, play on the playground. It was almost like we were a family again, but then after about 4 weeks of not seeing any of them, I went to church with my Memaw and I asked out how my Dad was doing. Then I found out he got kicked out of rehab because of his old friend alcohol. I was tired of being hurt by him so I messaged him telling him how I feel and that I can’t do it anymore and that I didn’t want to see or talk to him until he cleaned his act