life help: My name is Robert and boy do I have a story to tell. - Help.com

I’m Robert, and I have been on a bum road, I guess I’m depressed and I seem to get lost. Lost. I don’t like this day. Father’s Day. I’m a father, not a dad. I don’t get phone calls from my dauthers due to Me. I’m forty-seven years old and I’m still a jerk! I don’t blame them in the least. They only know the alcoholic Robert. And they haven’t met the sober Robert. They probably never will. Yeh I’m Lost. Lost in my sarrow. I’m what as somone told me, a dry drunk. But I rather be a dry drunk and not drunk. I only have seventeen months not drinking. Yeah 4 me. Me the dry drunk wants my dauthers back in my life now, but that’s not meant to be. So here I sit getting more depressed. Today’s almost over. If any one know’s them give them a shout out. Monica Racheal Haro twenty-eight from San Diego, she has my to grandauthers Chrstina & Gina, & Andrea Marie Lopez from Franklin TN, shes twenty-three, and my grandson Anthony. They don’t like me for sh_t, because I did not raise Andrea, she was adopted from me when she was three, for two reason. Her mom got married and I tried to contest the adoption, but I did not have any chance to contest it because I had not paid child support for over a year. My excuess for that was I never wanted Barbara to get pregnant in the first place. That’s what I deserved. Now Monica is a story to tell, and I’ll tell it at another time. But I start by saying this, her mom droped her off at a house that I was only renting a room up in LA and I was drinking wine not beer at the time. I was not meant to be a single father at that point in my life, and for the year that I had her I should have gotten legal costody at that time, and things might have been differant. Maybe I would of could of sould of stoped drinking, but I didn’t and I was a horrible dad. I,m done for the time being. Hope I didn’t bore anyone with why I don’t like this day!