Not Sure What's Happening...

A Good While Later

Nothing new has happened... In other words, things are the same as they were when one of us last blogged.  It had been so long that I actually forgot the password.  :::note to self: remind sister of new password::: 

I guess I can't say nothing has happened.  In the last month my sister and I have found new ways to bond. I taught her to knit and we are both learning to play the ukulele (well I am quasi learning, she is kicking ass at it!).

It's a waiting game with dad, he is the same as ever although he is opening up his heart and mind to Jesus a little more as time goes on. Ultimately that will be his saving grace whether in heaven or on earth. What I mean to say is, my father may no longer be an alcoholic but rather a Christian with a drinking problem, and if he is not saved on earth with physical healing, then Jesus has chosen to save him in His kingdom. I choose the former because it would be a blessing to see my father realize his potential, he is a very intelligent and creative man. 

God has blessed me so much with the relationships between my mom, sister and I.  Together we can make it through anything.

   Hello internet world, I am sister of the blog creator, and I am very tired.  Is it my job or my responsibility to take on the guilt worry and stress of pushing and pulling this stubborn donkey into sobriety?  Of course not. Although when I don't try the guilt is crushing.  I have dreams of screaming in his face all the harsh truth that he desperately needs to hear but I am too much of a coward to actually say,  "You're killing yourself you @#$&, and I will be the one to suffer for it so quit being so @#$% SELFISH and sober up already!!" of course in my dream he does exactly what I fear he will do in waking life, he screams at me even slaps me and tells me he never wants to speak to me again. 
    Apathy can creep in, very slowly but it happens.  Then, the war is lost and we all stood idly by and let someone we love deeply slip away.  How to keep from letting it set in?  Well, him getting totally shitty and pissing everyone off is a good reminder, however counterproductive.  The only solution is to pray, pray hard, keep praying and pray lots more.  I have no other answers.  Oh yeah, rehab.  But as they say, you can lead a horse to water etc. etc.... More like, you can offer an addict help but if they are hell bent on self destruction and death wtf can you do about it?  Absolutely nothing.  Just sit back and watch.

Collaborate

I am going to bring a couple more people in on this thing... My sister for obvious reasons and our friend Jessica (we call ourselves Jsquared).  My hope is that one day, if the content is there, we can maybe turn this into a book.  You know like "Letters to My Dad" or something like that.  Jessica has gone through something similar with her mom so although she is in a different stage of the grief process she  still very much can help us try and figure this all out... 

It's Time!

Wow!  A year later...  But it's time... This last weekend was a breaking point for me.  My dad (who has Hep C and refuses to stop drinking so he can cure it) has really started to get on our nerves. I don't know if it's the brain poisoning part of the illness or he is just being his normal, narcissistic / self-center / all-about-me self but this weekend I had enough.  It was my mom's birthday but of course he made it all about him.  He goes through a gallon of vodka now every 2-3 days. I know it is horrible for me to say this but he is so miserable to be around that we are all just counting down whatever time he has left.  My mom is so alone...  She deserves some one who will live life with her and for at least 10 years now he has made her do everything in that relationship.  She makes more money, takes care of the mowing and yard work, all the cooking, cleaning, paying the bills and budgeting...  I love my dad but I don't like him anymore.  We have all tried so hard to help him "show up" in life. All he cares about is when he can start drinking. I am just so tired of it... My heart is breaking... I mean shouldn't your dad love you enough to want to live for you?  Or at least shouldn't he love his grand kids enough?  It's basically like he is committing a long slow suicide. They caught it early enough that it could have been cured...  I don't know if he is liking the attention he gets from being able to say "I am dying" or what. I wish I had the money to go talk to a therapist.  I know I need one... And very probably some anti-depressants.

I know this post is pretty scatter-brained... but the reason for this blog is first and foremost a venting arena. 

First Post

For now this is just a way to chronicle all the crazy things going on in my life. Sort of a private-ish diary.