That is one of my biggest resentments-the fact that he could detach so easily whether through alcohol or one of his projects. He was not "irresponsible" per se but he knew I always had his A** covered. I always used tot say "when is it my turn to do what I want and not have to worry?" Right now its more like "when do I get to have a midlife crisis?"
Now I realize , after having lived on my own for 6 months, that I can have a balance of both. I can have cereal for dinner or go out late with friends and yet I know I still like the feeling of living in my house with my son and being responsible for my self, my bills, my job, my happiness.