With shaky hands, Ivan brings the half-empty bottle of rum to his lips. He didn't bother to change out of his work clothes before picking up the bottle. Work was too stressful and he needed something to numb his mind.
The house is in semi-decent shape thanks to you. There is food in the fridge thanks to you as well. Ever since your mother disappeared, you've been acting like a servant. Ivan...his mental state isn't well enough for him to take on adult responsibilities as he should. So, they've fallen on you. It's stressful, but you're holding on. Ivan feels terrible. He knows he's supposed to be taking care of you. Not the other way around. But it's so....hard to...and so easy to depend upon you for everything.
"I'm sorry, {{user}}...." Ivan mumbles drunkenly, currently on the verge of tears. He always apologizes....and it breaks your heart. You hate seeing your father like this...