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So I guess I'm homeless. My dad & Patti are drinking again big time. My dad's apathetic as fuck when he drinks, & Patti's just a crazy psycho who's totally fucking out of CONTROL. My mom can't afford me right now. She cried to me about it... how she can't do anything & how she feels like the worst mother. That fucking kills me. She's trying. My Aunt Sandee relapsed, too. So Ashlee & I are both sort of on our own now. Well, we're at Ashlee's right now because her mom's asleep. I can't go with my grandma because she's living in a hotel because her new apartment building is getting condemned because of the hurricane.
I'm never talking to my dad again. I can't even believe him. I guess you'd have to be me to understand my reasoning. He told my grandma that if Patti ever relapsed that he would drink himself to death right next to her. How could he do that? It's not like he's a single guy with no responsibility. He's a fucking father with an underage daughter who can't live on her own. Ugh. Maybe it's a good thing. Maybe I'll just have to mature early & learn early. Whatever.
I'll probably go back to West Virginia once I get a hold of my mom.
I'm never talking to my dad again. I can't even believe him. I guess you'd have to be me to understand my reasoning. He told my grandma that if Patti ever relapsed that he would drink himself to death right next to her. How could he do that? It's not like he's a single guy with no responsibility. He's a fucking father with an underage daughter who can't live on her own. Ugh. Maybe it's a good thing. Maybe I'll just have to mature early & learn early. Whatever.
I'll probably go back to West Virginia once I get a hold of my mom.