Weekend Worries
Today I have to leave to go with my dad for the weekend, and I find that whenever I am with him I am like a different person. I get frustrated with him so easily and the entire weekend is mostly me yelling and screaming to go home. If you have read my early blog entry's you would no that my dad drinks a lot. I feel like that has something to do with why I am always frustrated with him. Last year my dad put me and my sisters through a lot. Every day he would drink a six pack of beer along with what he would drink when we went to his friends house. I remember one time he was so drunk he could barely talk. His voice was incredible slow, and his body moved as a a toddler who was learning how.to walk. He told me and my sisters to get in the car, and he drove us home wasted. I remember how terrified I was. I sat on the edge of the seat, my stomach churning in fear. My dad had driven us home drunk multiple times, but this time was worst. When we arrived home I was upset and sad. I wanted ...