I’m going to break the pattern.

My dad was unfortunately the one to pass his addiction onto me. I know he didn’t mean to, and I feel sad that he wasn’t able to kick that habit easily before he passed, but I really hope he repented before he passed on. He wasn’t a bad father; he was a good man who made poor choices. I don’t know if it’s true or not, but they say that the first person in a family to break a pattern of abuse, addiction, or habit will make it easier for their children to not become addicts themselves. I want to be a man my dad would be proud to call his son, and my future children would be proud to call their dad. God’s got me, and I got God. We can do this together, brothers (and sisters).