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LAst Monday my stepfather committed suicide. He shot himself in the stomach with a rifle he had borrowed from his father.
My mother is devastated and my two little brothers still don't know what hit them. My sister and I had to take care of everything
...OF FUCKING EVERYTHING!!!!!!!
I even had to do things such as seeing his face and deciding if he was ok to be seen by my mom and his mom (which he wasn't; had to send Laura to buy some make-up) and storing the remaining bullets in the rifle's cover, which the police hadn't taken away.
When I arrived to the scene on Monday my mom had her hands covered in blood, since she had unsuccessfully tried CPR on him. From that moment on, it was nothing but down.
I have quit my job (Friday will be my last day here) and will try to revamp the business he left behind, no so much to continue the family business, but to leave it ready to be sold to someone who's really interested in it. But who knows, maybe I end up liking it and making it profitable.
Anyway, I'm so devastated and there's not a day that goes by that we don't keep finding new things that are fucked up about all this. He left 3 suicide notes and just yesterday my sister found a fourth.
We're tired. And sad.
My mother is devastated and my two little brothers still don't know what hit them. My sister and I had to take care of everything
...OF FUCKING EVERYTHING!!!!!!!
I even had to do things such as seeing his face and deciding if he was ok to be seen by my mom and his mom (which he wasn't; had to send Laura to buy some make-up) and storing the remaining bullets in the rifle's cover, which the police hadn't taken away.
When I arrived to the scene on Monday my mom had her hands covered in blood, since she had unsuccessfully tried CPR on him. From that moment on, it was nothing but down.
I have quit my job (Friday will be my last day here) and will try to revamp the business he left behind, no so much to continue the family business, but to leave it ready to be sold to someone who's really interested in it. But who knows, maybe I end up liking it and making it profitable.
Anyway, I'm so devastated and there's not a day that goes by that we don't keep finding new things that are fucked up about all this. He left 3 suicide notes and just yesterday my sister found a fourth.
We're tired. And sad.