anissa

So, I'm upstairs overhearing my father talk to a friend of his hee-hawing about what a horrible person my uncle is rather just telling him the facts of what happened Sunday night.

Sidebar: We found my uncle and my dads car a friendly neighborhood crack house.
It all when down in not such a nice way.
My parents yelling at him, I'm yelling at them.

Needless to say my uncle isn't very welcome here anymore.
And I've been launched into that place when your a young adult and your realizing just how horribly human you parents are.
And not in that embarrassingly funny way like, "Oh my god. My parents have sex!"

Anyway he being really annoying and self-righteous going on about how he drinks but keeps it under control. I let loose a big Edna Krababble style, "HA!"

He doesn't hear it.

So I make myself angrier and recall two nights ago when my dad was so drunk he fell going to the bathroom and my poor mother had to spend the whole night watching him and trying to help him up but alas he was too heavy and of course too drunk.
I come down to get a popcicle cause I'm in the midst of a sinus infection and my throat is killing me.
Lo and behold he's on the floor in front of the fridge.

Then I go back further and think of the time he was drunk and he damn near choked my dog to death, then chased to up the stair when I tried to pry his fingers from around the dogs neck. I woke up my mom and then ran into the bathroom to call the police because he's trying to knock me around.

There are other times that involved hospital trips, more than a couple seizures, and a smashed My Little Pony castle.

Keepin' it together indeed.

Way to go pops. You've come such a long, long way.