My dad tried to kill himself one day; he turned up at my house drunk and took me back to his place. He told me things about how I was his son and that he regretted the things he’d done, and that he wished he’d been a better father. The smell of alcohol made me feel sick. It bothered me that he was there at that moment I don’t hate him I just find him unbearable Although To be honest, it’s a bit embarrassing to write this