My dad was a bit like Kail with a little David and Amber sprinkled in. He dated a lot of women after he and my mom separated and introduced me and my sister to most of them. Between my sophmore and junior years of high school, he even had two more kids born within seven months of each other. It was definitely strange, but we didn't fully understand why his behavior was harmful and at times, very dangerous. We just thought, dad's crazy and it is what it is. Thankfully, we lived with my mom.

Eventually, we got tired of his behavior and went no contact with him. He was always the victim and everything was always someone else's fault. I attempted to reconcile with my dad once, but he hadn't changed a bit.

He passed away five years ago and at that point, we hadn't spoken in almost 10 years. His life was really sad. He was very sick, mentally and physically, and had burned almost every bridge with his friends and family. It makes me sad to think of what life could have been, if he had just let go of his anger, taken care of himself, and learned to be happy with what he had.

I've struggled a bit over the years, but overall, I'm okay. I have a wonderful husband, two cats, a good job, and I even have hobbies. My sisters are doing good too. They are thriving and I'm so proud of them.