No, you’re not a douchebag. I struggle a lot with understanding alcoholism.
My father told me, when I was 7 years old (and many times thereafter) that this is how he was and I was just going to have to accept it. He took no responsibility for anything, had no interest whatsoever in improving his life, refused to even take the class required to get his driver’s license back (we’re talking 40+ years with no driver’s license due to a DUI), and made excuses for every terrible decision he ever made. When he had weekend custody of me, we spent the entire time at the bar. I spent my childhood weekends in the kind of skeevy dives where alcoholics go, playing darts, playing pool, and dropping endless quarters into the jukebox while he drank. The times we spent together, even when I was six, seven years old, I felt like I was the responsible one. The precious few times he ever attended any of my school events, he showed up drunk. And he wasn’t the least bit apologetic, he just lectured me constantly about why he was justified in drinking. He had a rough childhood, blah blah. I feel almost nothing for him, and I’ve always felt guilty for that. I haven’t spoken to him in years. I just stopped returning his calls.
I don’t know why I feel the need to get this off my chest. My bio Dad’s alcoholism usually takes a backseat to all the other shit. But sometimes I think if he had his shit together, he might have protected me from the people hurting me. I think the fact that you have kids just make me think about this.
I know that he ain’t you. But it doesn’t mean your children aren’t affected by your alcoholism, no matter how much you’ve tried to conceal it. I want to make sure they are getting some kind of therapy or at least have people they can talk to about it. Something like Al-Anon? I’ve never been, but I have a friend who was really helped by it.
While I may not understand alcoholism, I do understand severe depression and feeling like you are a constant fuck-up. I also know, from experience, that the lowest points will someday be bad memories instead of your current reality. I hope you can hang onto that when you’re feeling discouraged. My heart does go out to you.