So in some ways my father could live by himself. But at this point he cant. I was there for him his whole life. It was literally teams and I was the only blind one. I couldnt see how I was with an awful man who could hurt me. I saw a man who was my father. A man I had to control. I minimized his beer at restaurants trying to avoid dying on the car ride home. I cleaned all the beer from the floor. Gave him water and blanket when he was sick and just that cause I couldnt bare the sight to go in his room. Thats why he never left me. He needed this young child to take care of his foolish acts. I was over it by last year. Its kinda sad though, even after all this time ive had countless fights with him, I still agreed to help him.