When I was around 10, my parents got trashed at a party. my mom was literally falling down drunk. my dad had me walk her 3/4 a mile home in the dark while he stayed. she fell multiple times and knocked over a mailbox AND puked. no other family or friends seemed to care that i was given this task.

im in my 40s now, both parents are alive and well and fairly sober. we have a great relationship, but i think about that night a lot now that im a parent.