arent bad things supposed to just come in 3's
So, I found out saturday that my dad's in the hospital. His neighbors who live underneath him heard him fall or something then called the cops...so now he's in the hospital and was aparently having some kind of heart problems on top of being beligerently drunk....but right now it just looks like he needs to get un-drunk, and his short term memory is once again fried,
his landlord also changed the locks, so my uncle dan is probably having my dad move in with him, or go to rehab or sorts in seattle and sending all of my stuff here or wherever I need to put it for now...
When my aunt called me to tell me I honestly thought she was going to tell me he was dead...and it's like I now have a giant pit in my stomach all the time, am sleeping like shit, and feel 1/2 depressed and 1/2 numb...and I know if he drinks again he's goign to die...and part of me thinks he should just be put out of his misery...or given a dog....
his landlord also changed the locks, so my uncle dan is probably having my dad move in with him, or go to rehab or sorts in seattle and sending all of my stuff here or wherever I need to put it for now...
When my aunt called me to tell me I honestly thought she was going to tell me he was dead...and it's like I now have a giant pit in my stomach all the time, am sleeping like shit, and feel 1/2 depressed and 1/2 numb...and I know if he drinks again he's goign to die...and part of me thinks he should just be put out of his misery...or given a dog....