My father was never there, and when he was I has to manage all the horrible feelings of dread and downfall for him, me and my siblings because he was always on

My father was never there, and when he was I has to manage all the horrible feelings of dread and downfall for him, me and my siblings because he was always on the brink of living on the street. As I grew up I saw him deteriorate. He is stubborn. I asked him once if me and my brothers could help clean his home so my kids could visit safely, but he started yelling about how I always complain to him. I have no need for him in my life.