antiprincess

So, I know it's been awhile. Shit did, in fact, happen.

My dad slit his wrist about a week and a half after my last entry. His roommate found him, alive in a pool of blood several hours later. He spent the next weeks in the hospital and psych ward. I visited him as often as possible, since my sister could only make it up from So Cal for one weekend, and my brother isn't talking to my dad (and I don't blame him). He had to have surgery on his wrist to repair the extensive damage he did, and it is yet to be seen whether he'll regain full or moderate use of his hand. He's home now, and has vowed to turn his life around. I'm hoping it sticks.