He always comes home drunk. He doesn't even care about us seeing him, he never cared about me and my sister. Even my mom tells me that he doesn't care about how she feels. I feel like we're not even in his mind. He is always out drinking with his friends and doesn't make any time for us. If he's not at work, he's out. And I am 100% sure that he's cheating on my mom. He spends all of our money on drinks. We don't even have clothes to wear and we are living in a crappy place. My mother has depression. We are all depressed. I cry every night. Fathers are supposed to love us, care for us and give us all their time. We are his family and not like his so called friends. They are all bunch of filthy, single alcoholics and he's always there with him. I hate my life. I sometimes wish I was dead rather than seeing him drunk.