I grew up with an alcoholic father, my mum always forgave him. I thought I had to get men who treat me bad, not hit me or anything, but no loyalty, liars, cheaters, my dad's cheating was with the bottle. He was a lovely man, fantastic dad when sober and we all forgave him the alcoholic in him until the next time.
It took me to the age of 54 years of following his footsteps to stop drinking. My role model, I loved my dad, sadly he's passed away, he mellowed as he got older. My mum said to me 'how can you drink seeing what it's done to our family with your dad'. I got mixed messages all my life but the fog, for me is lifting, slowly.