The part of my story goes back to when I was about 13. My family, Dad, Mom and sister took a trip driving RV's and trailers from california to Baja Mexico with a bunch of friends. At some point in the trip 2 days after starting I blieve we got to Baja and we had pulled over to camp that evening.

Well my Dad proceeded to get very drunk, the Mexican police showed up and told us we could not camp there and my Dad became irrate and loud yelling at the cops. My dads buddy told me to calm my Dad down so I tried and my mom tried and my Dad ended up going after me, literally running after me trying to kick my butt. I remember my dads friend telling me to knock my dad out, YEAH RIGHT 13 years old and i'm supposed to fight my dad, the cops did nothing but stand there and shake there heads.

So then my dad decides he's leaving right, he gets into the car with the trailer and leaves us.

He just drove away and left, we had to stay with another older family in there trailer that night, I had been swimming in the ocean that day and had no clean clothes to wear and I remember sand being in my clothes and itching and I couldn't sleep that night , they put me on a sleeping bag on the floor of the trailer, it was hot and uncomfortable.

So the next day we all proceed on toward our destination but somehow someone got ahold of my dad over the CB radio he had come looking for us and we met him later that day. We all loaded up into the car and my dad instead of going on with the rest of the familys decided to go home. We drove straight thru all the way back home, in dead silence the whole way. I remember all I did was stare out the window driving back and began to really hate my father then.

Also sometime during that trip while driving to mexico my dad had missed a turnoff that the people we were following took at the last minute, so my dad gets so pissed he slams his hand into the steering wheel , the car and trailer literally lost control and we ended up going ( sliding) over into at least 2 other lanes , cars everywhere, everyone screaming because we were all so afraid it was insane what we went thru on that trip and now years later I am so F'n angry about it still, 32 years later!!!!!!!! I feel like going and kicking my dad A* TODAY for all of that.

I don't know, I know my dad had a severe alcohol problem and he's been clean( not sober ) for 25 years, he wants to be my friend now but this is one of the things that is really holding up that relationship and my own personal recovery, I just can't seem to forgive him for all those trips , there are more similiar to the one I just told, everyone of them was F'd UP!! and now he wants to be my friend, I have a problem with that but I don't want to throw it in his face I know he's feels bad now about all of it, he's asked for forgiveness in the past and think he's trying to make up for it, its just still hard for me.