Jiggaboo Rides Again.
Right now, dad is calling the VA in hopes of canceling Jiggaboo's appointment as Jiggaboo is too fucking drunk to attend.
Last night he went out with Piece of Shit or POS, his friend, like always, and came in around 2, drunk off his fucking ass. He drove home drunk. They proceeded to finish off the 12 pack they had with them, and most of a bottle of rum. He got belligerent with my father to the point my father took off his glasses and stood up to him several times. Jiggaboo threw furniture and did the 'let's go!' shit several times. He told me to go at it, and I grabbed my 10lbs castiron skillet. All he needed to do was take one step at me and it would have been over forever.
I've been twitchy and jumpy since he came home, and I'm tired of it. I don't need this, I won't live like this. Either he goes, or I kill him, that is the only way it's going to be.
He tried getting my mom to "let me go, give me what I want, tell me." He tried preventing her from leaving, even getting behind her car so she couldn't back up and go to work.
Correction, Dad's talking with a VA representative to see what can be done about Jiggaboo. A thumb-clocked 44 behind the ear is solution I whole-heartedly support. Of course, the worthless pieces of shit that they are won't do anything. Seems to be a reoccurring theme.
Last night he went out with Piece of Shit or POS, his friend, like always, and came in around 2, drunk off his fucking ass. He drove home drunk. They proceeded to finish off the 12 pack they had with them, and most of a bottle of rum. He got belligerent with my father to the point my father took off his glasses and stood up to him several times. Jiggaboo threw furniture and did the 'let's go!' shit several times. He told me to go at it, and I grabbed my 10lbs castiron skillet. All he needed to do was take one step at me and it would have been over forever.
I've been twitchy and jumpy since he came home, and I'm tired of it. I don't need this, I won't live like this. Either he goes, or I kill him, that is the only way it's going to be.
He tried getting my mom to "let me go, give me what I want, tell me." He tried preventing her from leaving, even getting behind her car so she couldn't back up and go to work.
Correction, Dad's talking with a VA representative to see what can be done about Jiggaboo. A thumb-clocked 44 behind the ear is solution I whole-heartedly support. Of course, the worthless pieces of shit that they are won't do anything. Seems to be a reoccurring theme.