The Other Day...
We had a family meeting earlier this week since he hadn't had a chance to talk with them yet.
He admitted to the kids that he was an alcoholic and needed to get help. Made it clear that it was his fault.
This was huge for him, but so far they're just words. I'm still moving out but at this point I have no clue what will happen after that.
Sometimes I feel hopeful, but sometimes I get this sense that it's false hope.