A Guardian reader writes to resident agony aunt Mariella Frostrup, ostensibly about her Dad being taken advantage of by his girlfriend:
I’ve always had a close relationship with my dad despite not living with him since my parents’ divorce when I was a baby.
So far, so normal.
He’s been through some difficult times over the past decade, coping with bereavement, financial troubles and addiction (his own and that of close relatives).
I’ve always said, scratch a Guardian writer to reveal a screw-up. The same is true of the readers. It’s a constant source of astonishment that so many of the people who seek to tell everyone else how to run their lives have made such a disaster of their own. The Guardian is a hotbed of this sort of thing.
Needless to say, both the situation and the advice given seem hopeless…