Metaphorically waste deep in the sh*t
Eh, hello everyone. Another blog about my family. Original I know.
So, if you read my last blog you know that my dad finally agreed to stop drinking hard alcohol because I finally openly admitted that it was worrying me and I hated it. Well today I found him drinking it again and I kind of freaked out,
Basically, when I saw him drinking even when he promised he'd stop, I started yelling. I was mad at him, like really mad. I just walked around the apartment yelling until I eventually just walked out the door and slammed it. I'm currently at my grandparents house.
I'm still very much angry right now and I feel like I had every right to be. I'm afraid to return to our apartment however as he too was very much angry... usually it's him making me leave. This was the first time I left on my own, but he didn't stop me or care so neither do I. I'm afraid to return though because of how angry he was too. Clarity knows why I don't want to go back. Don't want.... repeats.
So yup. I sit here my grandmothers couch writing this. Don't really know what to do. He broke his promise to me by drinking so I don't care. I want nothing to do with him.
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