And then you got together? The flayed thing and the spectre? That sounds like the beginning of something by Edgar Allan Poe. A horror love story.
That sounds equally sad and awful. I'm sorry you got hurt.
I've tried drinking a couple of times, but I don't like a lot to do drink and I've never tried drugs. At least as far as I can remember.
Have you ever tried reaching out to him? Even just to cuss at him? My dad is missing, but he goes missing occasionally, and I'm okay with that. Which is weird, cause I don't really know him.