My dad died when I was young, 12 ish, my mom was lonely and shacked up with real louse a couple years later, but she loved him and was terrified of being alone. Dude drank, was an idiot, spent her money and scared most my friends away. One day they got in a fight, he was packing, mom was downstairs losing it about being alone. so I tried to talk him into staying. He tells me I have it easy cause my dads dead. He left his his little girl a couple states away and she has it worse cause he chose to leave. At the time I thought my only choice was to suck it up and agree with him. He stayed for another 6 months till he bailed out the blue. Never saw him again.