Sun, 21 Dec 2025 01:40:39 +0000

I walk like my father. Talk like him. Look like him.
For years, I thought I was different. Better.
I watched him destroy himself with alcohol. But I kept drinking anyway. Half a litre of rum a night.
Last night: work Christmas party, open bar. Five years ago, I'd have been last to leave. Last night, completely sober. I'm clear-headed this morning.
I'm not better than my father. I just stopped running while I still could.
My boys will never visit a shell of their dad.
I've broken the cycle.