My mom and dad divorced when he started drinking. He scandalized, and fought, and pulled things out of the house to exchange for alcohol. The last drop was the moment when he, drunk to memory, tried to fuck my younger sister (at the time - a preschool girl).

It’s been 15 years (I haven’t seen him most of that time, which is a pleasure), I crossed up with my daddy again at my grandmother’s funeral. The first thing I heard from him at the meeting was the observation that my nails are too brightly painted - it's, I quote, inappropriate that you allow yourself!