Hey, thanks for the support guys. My dad's been puttin us through the same shit for years now so nothing too new. But yeah, I have been self medicating with wrenching.
I've got nothing to hide, so here's the story. Oooh, I'll even post a prelude to demonstrate just how fawked up my family is.
It was mid November. My mother slipped in the shower and ended up braking about 5 bones in her leg. It was an incredibly bad brake due to her health. She ended up in physical therapy for a few weeks and eventually was allowed home. She was totally immobile and had to sleep on the main floor.
Now in this time I began to part out my old 79 FSB. It's in the garage as I tear it apart cause well, Colorado is fucking cold in the winter. My dad parked his Civic in the driveway. During a snow storm he slipped, not due to the snow, but he was just hammered. It's happened before, why should I think anymore of this. He then began a downward spiral. He was a raging alcoholic before hand and it got worse after this. He blamed me for his fall. I do feel guilty, but at the same time, **** that guy.
My mom ends up sending for an ambulence one day after he fell and we never heard him get up. I was at school and she couldn't get up the stares to check on him. He was taken out in a stretcher, and was later proven to be fine, but due to how intoxicated he was he had to stay in the hospital till he sobered up. He went through horrible withdrawls and couldn't stop saying how much he hated my mother.
I get called in to drive him home later that night. As I drive my febel mother home riding shot guy, my dad is puking and shaking violently in the back seat. They make me stop at a liquor store so they can get my dad something to drink. So as he's going through withdrawls in the liquor store parking lot, I'm pushing my mom through the isles in a wheel chair.
Things were tense for a while. He was binge drinking a lot more then usual and was very in our faces about it. He would never stop talking about how much he just wanted to die. He even tried to agrivate us into doing the deed for him. The gun shop wouldn't sell him gun cause he was drunk when he went to buy it.
He had always dranken at work, but one night, I guess he was just too hammered to work. He got fired. This was the begining of the end.
He would be sober about 5 minutes of the day, and in that 5 minutes he was a great guy. He had plans and ambition, but then he'd just almost randomly start drinking and be worthless the next week.
He had a meeting with his therapist. My mom told him that if he didn't make the meeting we would kick him out. This wasn't a new threat but we were serious this time.
He missed it and my mom told him to pack. He dissappeard and then later came back with two screw drivers. My mom asked him what he was going to do and drunk as **** he said, "I'm going to kill you."
She didn't take him seriously but then he actually tried. She pushed him out of the room after being stabbed twice. Both superficial wounds. She called the cops. A few minutes later the entire street was filled with squad cars. My mom is then forced to climb down a latter from a second story window. Just months ago she was on bed rest. I give her kudos for her feat.
My dad then proceeds to lock himself in the house and tell the cops that if anyone enters he'd kill himself. They eventually send in the dogs and he gets bit in the leg. There's still blood stains all over my house. He gets taken away. I havn't heard from him since, but I know he's with my aunt trying to bargin for rehab instead of jail time.
So I'm caught in the middle of all this. I'm just tryin to graduate and get the hell out of high school. I guess there's nothing I really can do besides wrench away like normal.
So thats where I'm at. Please, no pitty party.