So I get a call today around 11ish form my mother saying that my dad is in the hospital, a lady had found him unconscious in an alley at around 3 this morning. So I freak of course, and have her come get me. We pick up my sister and head to the hospital.
We get there, and are informed hes not allowed any visitors b/c hes very uncooperative. They wouldn't give us any other info. We leave an go and wait for the hospital to cal and say he can have visitors. Well, 2 hours pass and I call back. Hes still allowed no visitors. About 20 minutes later, I get a call saying hes being released.
We go and pick him up and he doesn't really remember what happened. They had him in a "nut" room (sorry to put it that way), with only a very simple bed. He had apparently just passed out b/c his sugar was up around 500 (he's a very bad diabetic and also a pill (oxy and xanax) addict) and he had been out drinking heavily when he left home (he lives with my sister).
Now mind you, just the previous Friday, he had been sent home from work on leave for the second time b/c hes paranoid everybody he works with is out to get him.
Anyways, we get to my sisters and they're all laughing an talking like nothings wrong. I was ready to go home b/c I've been up since 5:20 this morning for work. Well my mom tells me shes taking him to get more drugs not even 20 minutes AFTER hes home from the hospital. I've been over this a few times that all she is doing is helping his addiction by taking him and her excuse is that hes gonna do it anyway. I understand how addiction is, I lived with him for 10 years with these problems before I told him I had had enough and moved out on my own. The only reason she takes him is because her and my step dad also have a problem with xanax's, but nowhere near as bad as my dad.
We started arguing about it and I finally tell them both that I'm done that I cant take it anymore. Im doing the bast I can to be the best person I can be and all they're worried about is drugs. I said that until they were drug-free, they need not contact me in any way, which breaks my heart, b/c growing up my dad was absolutely my hero and now I don't even really know him anymore. I miss my dad...
But as I was leaving (I had to walk from Franklin, Oh to Dayton), my mom told me I need to get over myself and quit being such a spoiled little bitch, telling me I'm losing the only family I have left b/c I cant deal wit they're drug habits anymore. Which is true, they are they on;y family I have left, but I cant handle it anymore.
So am I missing something here?
Was I wrong for telling them not to bother with me anymore till they were drug-free?



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