Welp. There goes my relationship with my one surviving parent.

[ancianita]

52. I see. It adds up now. If you're happier for giving up on him, you do what you have to toward that.

Still. Children's love is an abiding grace that too many parents take for granted. Often, when children are homeless, they might come to see their parents themselves as 'home,' rather than a place.

One thing you could remember about him: he loved you before you loved yourself. Whatever he put you through.

In the end, none of this will matter. What will matter -- not to him, but to you, is knowing in your heart that you did the best you could, too.

If you can live with that, more power to you.

I can relate, since I was homeless, at times, and just didn't know it.

All the best moving on with your life.