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My dad was an active addict for at least fifty years after suffering major PTSD from Vietnam. He also lived for being a grandfather for my children. He didn't steal or drop f-bombs. He was actually a gentle and kind person who made really horrible life choices. He lived a lonely life of being on drugs and was absent when I was growing up. I struggled with what kind of relationship my kids should have with him, and I ultimately decided to let him in because he wanted to love them. My children had a very good relationship with him. My father died three years ago, and they have nothing but happy memories of their time with him and miss him a lot.
There are no hard and fast rules here. |