Why do people drink alcohol? Why can’t they just chew gum? I hate these days when my dad isn’t on call and gets drunk. Why won’t he just recognize that he has a problem and get help? I’ve asked my mom why she’s still with him. She told me that he wasn’t always like this, that his diabetes and his job stress him out. For the life of me, I can’t muster up any sympathy for him. If he wanted to get better, he would make more of an effort. Whenever my parents fight about this, I start crying, and sometimes I work myself up into hyperventilating. I know everyone’s family is screwed up in some way, but I can’t help but feel that my family is the only one that’s broken.