Mom’s in Oz right now.
They might get a divorce in the next year or so, I can’t see my mom wanting to “tough it out” for much longer. My dad’s been off work since May for “stress”, was supposed to go back this week but isn’t.
He’s just going to auctions and turning the house into a hoard stash. Can only park one car in the garage because it’s. Full. Of so much. Fucking. Shit.
He’s also not sleeping for shit which makes me suspect he could be on something, he forgets he leaves every light in the house on, and routinely just leaves windows and our sliding glass door open.
My mom deserves to be happy; she’s only getting older. I don’t know how to feel about my dad and his ‘condition’ right now. All my life this person told me ‘do as I say not as I do’ and was on me from a very young age to ‘not halfass things’. Now I’m picking up after him and worrying about coming home. Not for my safety, but just to see what state the house is in.
What really gets me though is all the shit. Stop bringing home all this fucking SHIT, I don’t give a fucking rats ass if the whole unit was “just a dollar” quit bringing this fucking worthless relic tier shit home.
I hope I don’t get as weird as him at that age, my fucking god.
God help me, but that’s his mom to the letter; thinking he has to do things for others when no one asks him, can’t pass up a “deal”, “well if I’m able to, why wouldn’ I?”
Can’t really bother my brother with this either, as he’s kind of made it clear “Oh well, sucks for you”, but at least he brought the ipad so I can videocall(skype?) with my mom and sister.
The conversation they had yesterday was kind of loud. I said my hello’s and all and then she wanted to talk to him.
No idea how much he’s slept since saturday, if at all.
Mom told me if it gets to a point, to go stay with him or my grandmother for a while.
Leaving for work in a little bit, be good.