This is the story of a FA'er. I grew up in a middle-class family, in a very average life. I have one sibling, and we are close. My parents never got along, they never really fit together. I never had the average family life; no grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins within a 300 km radius. As everyone grew up, the parents drifted apart. My father became addicted, and there was no end. Now my parents are divorced, and it is great. I am living proof that divorce is not a bad thing. Some families need it to survive. I only see my pop randomly now, sometimes multiple times a week, sometimes not for 3 weeks. I wish I missed him, but I really do not. It kills me that I don't miss him, but I just feel very detached. He still has his addiction, but is ace at hiding it to the world. Of course I would love to have a beautiful family that is together, but in my situation that never would have worked out. I don't see the point in wasting time in what can not be changed.
This is my life FA, now you know.
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