Well, what can I say? When it rains it pours, right? This has been the week from hell. Not just from hell but from a very deep pit in hell. Lets start with sunday night. I come back from bob's after having had a wonderful weekend. I mean who wouldnt have fun dropping acid and going and seeing star wars? Although I think I pissed people off because I couldnt stop laughing about yoda. He was kicking some major ass. Anyway, I come home in a good mood. That lasted about ten minuets. Then my dad freaks out on me. He tells me to sit down, he wants to talk to me. I figure he found out that I have been snorting a lot of coke lately. No problem. After all the drugs he has done, what the fuck is he gonna say? But that wasnt it. He starts yelling at me about not doing chores (my ass) not contributing money (whatever) and a hundred other things. It culminates in him screaming at me "Do you want me to treat you like I did when you were a kid?" My answer of course is no. As a child my father had the habbit of pretending that I didnt exsist because he was afraid I would turn out like his other two kids. Worthless. I spent I dont know how many years trying to win my fathers love. Then he did the unthikable. The unforgivable. He compared me to them. Then it was my turn to freak out. When my dad gets like this, there is no right answer to any of his questions. So I played my trump card. Something I swore to myself I would never do. I told him about his son, and how he raped me, molested me, beat me, abused my emotionally. I told him the truth. I dont feel like getting out of bed in the morning, I feel like an unpaid maid and gopher. I go to bed almost every night wishing I wouldnt wake up. He cried. That is the only time I have seen my father cry and not felt bad about it. I told him how tired I was of them calling me selfish, when in my mind I did one of the most unselfish things ever. That night my father asked me if his son had ever done anything to me I said no. He would have killed him if I didnt. All I could think was that my father could go to jail for killing that piece of shit and I would rather be dead than see that. I told him the truth. If it wasnt for me he would be in prison. No house, no new car. None of that. He apologized, and meant it. But I will never forget it. He killed something inside of me that night. I never thought my father could be that cruel to me. For no reason whatsoever. Ah well. Nothing else to be said or done about that. Then, the best part. Wednesday morning my had a stress test. She was supposed to have surgery on monday. She flunked. Big time. She was taken by ambulance to toledo hospital and had a heart catheterazation. They inserted one stent on the right side and three on the left side. The arteries or whatever. So, needeless to say no surgery for on monday. I havent worked all week and I am exausted. I dont even want to think about what is going to happen next. And something will. Things always happen in threes in this family.