My parents are 81 & 77 and live with me. My father was/is an Alcoholic. My mom buried her head in the sand and chose to deal with the hell of living with a drunk. They are STILL together after 45 Years. I'm an only child and a text-book ACoA. I have forgiven, accepted and moved on. I could have kept myself trapped in those terrible emotions but I chose to mourn the loss of my childhood. I cried, raged, accepted the situation for what it was, and still is. I love my parents and I choose to take care of them in thier "Golden" years.