Yesterday the police went and found my father at the rented hovel he drinks in. It's supposed to be a store and it's not zoned for residential use but they don't seem to care- the small-town cops know all about my dad... they confirmed he was still alive, still drunk and still an asshole. He asked to be left alone and I shall respect his wish.
He told his mother he wants to die.
I don't want to die and it kills me when I talk to him, so I'll not speak to or of him again, save to say thanks to all my bloggy pals who have sent wishes, hopes and prayers my way.
Thank you .
I told my Grandmother that I can do no more and she accepts that, so now I can move on.
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This weekend was good- fun times on the radio and really good NFL games, not to mention some intriguing flirtation- man, instead of whining about being single, I should be thanking my lucky stars for the carte blanche provided by my total lack of commitment...must be pheromones or something...more on this once the dust settles.
Busy, busy, busy.
Bears.
5 comments:
forget wasting time stopping to tell US, kick up as much dust as you can
I'm glad that your Grandmother understands that you can't take responsibility for your father anymore. Good for you for moving on.
trust me ..your grandmother lied..she doesn't understand..parents never understand when it comes to their kids..no matter how old they are...sad...
I wanna know about the dust up...
Well that was a things are looking up post. I liked it.
And on the subject that will no longer be mentioned. You must be relieved with your decision. Good stuff.
it's all you can do, allan
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