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don't you think it's weird that as soon as i moved out (aka last august) my father started getting his shit together and quitting the drugs.
my mom actually started to like him again! (her EXACT words)
everything was perfect, everything was happy.
i was moved out, living miserably on my own.
my parents were happy, loving eachother, drug free.
and i move back in, everything is REALLY good!
i even start seeing my dad's changes.
he was a nice guy, an actual, sort of father? (i lie, he's no father, he just didn't argue and bicker with me, and we got along)
buuuuut
now, just a few short weeks later,
BAM
he's back to doing drugs.
i'm back to waking up with him tweaking in the house...
i don't understand it.
i know it's not my fault... even though once i was born is when he started doing drugs...
but like, i dunno, i just find it ironic that he goes back to his old ways the SECOND i fucking move back in...
like i'm the trigger to his loaded rifle just WAITING to be given the chance to strike...
now he's on the phone yelling at my mom...
god, the memories are all coming back again.
i'm sorry mom,
for ever moving back in and making this happen again....