He did in the end, only because she left though, he felt he had to stay for me, to keep me safe (and fed), maybe when I had left home he would of broken free, anyway, she got hooked by a narc of her own, left us, reinvented herself and my history to boot. Hence my love of digging into history. Dad is a big bear gentle man and although has a new partner, she's quite a tough hard cookie herself at just 4ft 10", a completely different cookie cutter to us, we are rather squishy and colourful types. I'd love to see him laugh more, naturally. He still has his guitar though and when he sings as he did yesterday I can hear the real clever witty thoughtful him, with a slightly broken voice. I'm indebted to him for keeping my childhood as sane as it could be.