Your body assumed its proper form when my fists tore it apart!
So yeah, I just found out last night from my drama queen mother that my
dad's a junkie. Apparently he's been this way for months, comepletely oblivious to
me ofcourse becuase me and my father have never been really close.
The last time I even spoke more than two words to him was 2 months ago.
He came over my grandparents house one day while I was eating cereal. And
then, he gives me this aggressive path on the shoulder and says hello.
I look at him with uncomfortable eyes and I grumble hello back. The look on my face
was pretty clear that he was bothering me and he knew it.
So, anyway, my mother, who I'm neither close to,approaches me while I'm
cleaning my palette and tells me my father has been talking shit about me. That
he's been threatening my life. I didn't respond with any reply I just stood their listened
while she ranted.
Feeling a little dumbfounded, I didn't know what to think.
So 15 years ago my dad was an alcoholic, now he's upgraded. Honestly, part of me doesn't care. And the other part me feels like it's my fualt. So I'm just at a lost.
Listening to: NIN:Broken- You're So Physical
Reading: Metal Gear Solid
Watching: The Usual Suspects