I've found it incredibly comforting to have someone in parallel recovery. Growing up, my dad was the world to me. I wanted to grow up and marry a man just like him. Of course, most any father was like this to his six year old daughter. Dad always taught me that school was important and told me fun stories about his school days.
Every kid hears about the good 'ol days.
High school graduates not planning on college were a foreign concept to me, and I was only eight years old. Both my parents enforced rules about drinking and smoking. If I had known the word then, I would have callem them both hypocrites since they both used to smoke, and beer was an acceptable dinner drink for my dad. Inevitably, I learned what alcohol was, and what it did. That's when I began to notice some of my dad's actions.