So i was on a bendor for a few years with my dad from when i was 18-20 years after his fiancé left him. There wasnt really anyone there to say no so we kinda stopped being father and child and became eachothers enablers.
We were living in a trailer then a small shack that wasnt even big enough for 5 people becuase he couldnt afford a apartment. we had his friends come over and drink and it got pretty bad to the point that all we did in our free time was drink, we even filled the back of a pickup truck full of bottles and that was only for the winter😓.
I dont blame him cuz i was an adult by then and he had stuff going on that made his day to day life difficult.
I moved in with my aunt after he moved into a motel that was only offering one room and it wasnt really big enough for both of us so i stayed behind. It took alot of her asking before i actually accepted her help, im nonbinary and pansexual and shes a johovah witnesses so i was a bit scared of her way of living and the possibilities but thankfully shes been so helpfull and doesnt judge me on who i am.
She helped me get back on my feet and set my priorities a bit more in line. I got my licence and a full time job that i actually enjoy. And shes given me the support i need to get were i am and where i need to be.
Sorry for this being so long i just needed to vent to someone or someones who get how easily one can fall into a pit that seems impossible to climb out of. And i hope this helps someone to see that its ok to accept help and to know that change is possible.
