not again...
I dont' know why I bother to worry about my Dad anymore. He's been in Intensive Out-Patient treatment for the last 3 months for his drinking, but he confessed to the family today that he drank at least two times since my brother has been back home from college. I honestly thought he was doing better. I thought he REALLY wanted to be sober, and I guess I'm wrong. As always. I'm just sick of it, really. I've tried to be supportive, I went to group therapy for him, I've tried to be more respectful to my parents and I've studied harder in school, but none of that is helping him. I'm sick of him being like, "Oh yeah, by the way, I've been drinking again... keep supportin' me." It's total bullshit, and I don't want to put up with it anymore. The councellor said that we should expect him to slip up at least once, but that doesn't make it any less hard. Especially when I'M the one that could have been killed in a drunk driving accident. fuckfuckfuck.
this is one of those days where I wish I couldn't feel.
this is one of those days where I wish I couldn't feel.