Not funny at all.

I am so worried about my mom these days. My family's been going through some tough times the last couple of weeks... my sister has a secret double life and it scares the hell out of me. And my mom's caught in a really shitty place. My dad, who has never been very supportive even at the best of times, is totally in denial about the whole situation, and now he's (predictably) acting like an asshole about it, waffling from telling my sister that she's "ruining the family" (she's only 17) to telling my mom that her behavior is all made up and a great big lie (as in, "No, I'm sure she's not high every day" or, my personal favorite, "She exaggerated about how many drinks she had that night.") The night, in question, I might add, was the night that she came home so tremendously drunk that she couldn't actually sit up, and couldn't stop vomiting, and had to get an IV because she had alcohol poisoning.
There are times in the past in which my dad and I have gotten along alright, but lately, I really cannot stand his behavior. He's like a 2-year-old in the body of a 58-year-old. He expects that what he wants he should get. NOW. And he doesn't want to deal with anything too unpleasant. Like raising the 4 kids that he sired. It's gotten to the point that I just cringe when I call their house and he answers because then I have to talk to him. My father. Jesus. It's awful. I really don't know how my mom puts up with him. I've found myself gently and gradually pulling away from him since last October; we talk only when we have to and then only for the shortest polite amount of time. I called the other day and he said, "Well, I'm working from home today, and I can only spare a minute." We talked for two. My family is in crisis and I am 2000 miles from home. I have called every day for the last 2 weeks, to check in and let my mom vent as needed. My dad, who is living in their home, cannot be bothered.

Pic of the day: a photo called "The Landscape of Denial" Seems appropriate.




That is all.