Silent Cries.

I just, ughh I can’t believe him!
First of all, he says me and my sister can come up on Sunday,
What happens?
We can’t get in contact with him.
Then he calls Sunday night and says he’s in town and to come up tomorrow (Monday) if we can.
So we did.
We get to Broadmeadow station and are waiting there for 2 hours because he couldn’t find someone to come get us because him and Grandma had been in a fight.
Oh, did I mention a bit ago he’d gotten caught drunkdriving. So he doesn’t have his liscense. He doesn’t get it back for another eight months.
So, when we finally get picked up and get here,
He’s wasted, he’s stoned.
And while we here he drinks more and smokes more fucking pot.
Yeah, alright, so was everyone.
But then, when I wake up today, (Tuesday)
He’s already at the fucking pub.
It was 8:30.
Then later on he came home with more alcohol.
We’re ignoring him,
And then Cheryl, a family friend who we’re staying with,
Tells him to stop, and promise that he won’t drink like that infront of us again,
He said he couldn’t promise that.
So, then after my sister and I had some lunch at the fish and chip store,
We come home, and Cheryl tries to get him to promise again,
And he wouldn’t.
So I start yelling at him,
I start telling him how I’d been here for over 24 hours and I’d only spoken about 5 minutes to him in total,
Because he was too busy getting drunk and getting stoned.
Cheryl tries again.
He said he didn’t even know what he did wrong.
So I started again.
Then I walked into the room cause I couldn’t be fucked anymore.
I could still hear Cheryl, my sister and Dad going.
I finish my can of Mother and take the can into the bin and see Tiff crying.
So I started again.
I told him that if he’s going to be like this, then do not even invite me next time.
Then when I went to walk back in the room, I hear Tiff say something about 9 o’clock him already being at the pub,
He said ‘you were asleep what does it matter?’
That got me started again.
I told him that it does matter, that it was 9 in the morning and he didn’t need to drink at that time let alone anytime. I said that just because he’s not at work, just because he has holidays, doesn’t mean he needs to waste his life like this.
Now I do not even want to talk to him and I cannot fucking wait till Thursday to go home.