The title pretty much says a lot. I've about 50 pages in a journal trying to work stuff out, and I doubt a wall of text would be very useful to anyone, so here's an abridged version.
My mom's an alcoholic. She was sober for about 6 years.
She had an on-again-off-again relationship with our neighbor, who was still married. Oh yeah, and she and my dad were still married.
His wife found out and told my dad.
After the typical stuff, which I'm sure you can somehow imagine, they tell me they're not going to "work out" as a married couple.
Hearing this, I'm actually relieved because it had been obvious for about a year and a half. They didn't kiss when he came home from work anymore.
Blah blah blah fighting about money and the house and normal divorce-y stuff, Dad moves out.
Dad gets a girlfriend, who apparently he had a relationship with when I was still, like 5 or something.
Mom and I get along pretty well for awhile. Or actually, she becomes obsessive with the disproving all Jehovah's Witnesses(her boyfriend-not-boyfriend was one), I try to focus on my school work. She keeps breaking up and getting back together with this guy. It was ridiculous.
Very, very ridiculous.
And it hurt her.
Mom relapsed. I hid her purse and the (MY) car keys. The very same day she relapsed, my best friend ran away from home. I was worried sick about both of them all day.
A few days later, she says she's fine, she got it out of her system, she's going to meetings, she's got her priorities straight.
Next week the same damn thing happens along with a whole lot of other "stuff" that takes too long to type but basically winds up with my mother at a mental hospital under suicide watch.
Dad comes all the way from a business trip in Nevada and announces I'm going back with him. In the weekend. I had one day to tell everyone goodbye.
[[Ugg, this is taking WAY too long]]
- transferred schools
- it sucked
- house sucks
- no privacy
- sewage pipe broke
- it was disgusting
- old classmate died in his sleep
- I couldn't go to the funeral
- My brother got in a car accident
- he totaled my car
- his worst injury was a sunburn
- Spring Break! I go back to visit mom
- She gave away my cats knowing that I was coming
- Mom went to Vegas
- I'm informed my grandma's dying
- another friend gets in a car crash
- we go see grandma
- left her house today knowing that could very well be the last time I ever see her
- hooked up to an oxygen tank
Meanwhile, I don't know what the hell to do. I'm deppressed all the time and hate my life, but then I think how lucky I am to even be alive and have air and feet and skin and food when so many other people in the world are suffering.
And I feel guilty too. Which makes me more deppressed.
No one will listen to me. They keep insisting that I'm "a big girl" and "strong" and "will be okay." I just want to hide under my bed and sleep and cry.