I might as well give you the rundown on what warrants the name change. Sorry to rape your thread again though Ameer.
Well before my first detox trip when I was 19 we hadn't spoken over something stupid like I don't ever call him anymore but I figure the phone works both ways. Then when I went into there he came to visit me and acted all worried about me. Then we started going out to lunch and dinner and having a beer on occasion for a year or two until my second detox admission this past september. A few days before I went there I got on the phone with him and requested my child support check (I was in bad shape but he didn't know) but said I wouldn't be able to make it to lunch to pick it up ( as had been our ritual for him handing me the check...which he hated doing because he thinks I should be working 3 jobs and going to school at once.) He lost it (as he usually does since he's an alcoholic and a psycho) and told me that he's not going to be my ATM anymore, even though the court had ordered him to pay me this money, so I told him to go fuck himself and hung up in his ear.
Few days later I was in major withdrawal and went crazy, broke down and asked for help (hit rock bottom you might say). I went to treatment and have been clean since September and he refuses to give me the rest of the child support he skipped out on (almost 1000 dollars worth) and wont have anything to do with me since I "probably overdosed" and am "probably on needles." He's also a major alcoholic (drink a six pack before driving to work type of alcoholic), a pill addict, physically and mentally abusive to my mother and I, and basically a sick fuck (you probably know what I'm getting at.)
But therapy is helping and he will have to pay one of these days. That's my dad.
...And a pint of Guinness