changing life
Life changes all the time and for me it really has. It all started last Sunday. It was a normal day, if you call waiting for my bro to crack normal. Well you see my Brother has been mental case for quite a while. Parnoid schzephenia however you spell it. Anyway on that day at about 7 o'clock my mom came home and my brother and her started to talk. Well the conversation became serious and my brother started yelling at her. At some point he became very very angry and began threating to throw tin cans at her if she moved. He did throw some because I found them on the floor later. Until that point I had been in the back room doing my own thing. At the noise I went over to front room right behind my father who got to the situation first. At that point my brother had taken a knife and was threating my mom and dad saying for my mother to not move and for my father to leave. Well the yelling got worse and worse and I was pulled right in. Eventually the situation degraded to point where my brother took a swing at me and I fought back. In fact I was winning the fight. In other words I had to kick my Brother's ass. During the fight my pop called the Police and they came in and took him in. I was so upset by his yelling and screamming that I had to leave the house and sleep at my friend's house. I'm lucky to have a good friend like David. Unfortunatly the police could only detain him and have him mentally evaluated that night. The next morning the police released him and he came back. Due to Civil Rights nor my family could have my brother committed. Also what has tied our hands is the fact that my mom decided not to press charges. I decided to pull my father out of the and move in with my friend. This entire week I've been in this house away from my home. I will not go back and be subjected to that situation ever again. I will not go back. My life, the life of my father, and our mental state is more important than anything else. My mother has decided to stay there. I can't believe she would do that, but there's no way I can convince her otherwise. I'll still try my best to convince her but I don't know how long that will take. Maybe never. I hope I can go back home one day but till then I'll do my best here. I hate writing about this, but I think my friends who read this really need to know. Till next time.