My dad's life spiraled out of control due to marijuana. He's done a line of coke or two, but he was never heavy into the harder stuff. He was all about weed, and it got that way when I was about 8.
*flashback*
He stopped coming home at his normal time, I rarely saw him, I never got to talk to him, etc. Then one night when I was about 10, he outright said to my nuclear family that he had a drug problem. Fast forward 7 years, after coming home about every other day, he came in the house high and got into an argument with my mom. He went outside, grabbed a bat and started smashing stuff in the house. I told him to get the fuck out and to never stop foot back into the house while high again.
I went to USMC boot camp about 6 months later. He wrote a letter to me telling me how proud of me he is, etc. I wrote him back saying thanks and that it's a shame that that was the first time in years we've had some type of actual conversation. Then I told him that even though I was 17 and out of the house, we could still build a father/son bond. My only stipulation was that he quit using whatever drug was his flavor of the moment. I'm currently 20 years old. In those two and a half years, I haven't heard from him.
He left my mom's house for a place about 150 miles south of it. I recently sent him an invitation to my wedding out of formality so he at least knows that I'm getting married, and to my surprise, he RSVP'd. Do I expect him to attend? Not at all. At this point, I don't care if I ever hear from him again.
And this, ladies and gentlemen, is why I am drug free.
