Two hundred and twenty eight dollars

You say that people who have something truly wrong with them, don't know it, or won't acknowledge it. Funny, because that sounds true here.

Why do you have to borrow money from your children, just to buy food? Four years ago, I could understand, just four year is a difference. Where has all your money gone off to daddy? Aren't you the one who brags about your job? Wow, your very good at driving around a truck, and then in this truck, there are medical items. And you deliver them. Wow, impressive. But yet, you brag about how much you get paid. So where is this money?

I know where it is.

Sports bet, scratch tickets and horse races. We're not gambling at the race track. Don't tell your Aunt I'm at the casino.

Okay, sure, people deserve to have the freedom to spend their money on things that they enjoy. But when this spending is out of control, who has the guts to tell you? No one. How can anyone not fear someone like you?

"I'm going to drop you."

"I won't be responsible for what I do."

"I didn't grab his neck, I just touched it." <- I'm glad you stopped that once I told someone.

What can you do to me?

Family studies class, a discussion on abuse. Emotional abuse, every time it was mentioned I want to scream. "ME I AM PART OF THAT FUCKED UP WORLD!" But I can't, I have to live with you, I try, but how do I know when you are going to "fly off the handle" a discription of me you use a lot.

I can't stand this life, and you haven't even done anything to me today. I want to leave. If I go you'll find someone to make me to stay, but I can't, won't. I want my life to not be filled with headaches, tears, heartaches and the fear that I could get killed by my own father if I screw up badly on anything.

I'm just waiting for that day she realizes who you are, and leaves.