…but I am. Don’t even know where to start. 2014 has probably been the most trying time of my entire life. Dealing with the struggles of a growing relationships, all while trying to cope with watching my family be torn apart from the ground up.
I’m angry, I’m confused, I’m making choices that I shouldn’t, and I feel completely and totally lost.
It’s hard having to see your father, who raised you… taught you to be yourself, and be proud of you who are, walk out and leave. I suppose it would be easier if I was young, and had very little knowledge of my father.
However, I am fully aware of everything little thing that’s taking place in this house. My mother isn’t the same, and I’m trying to be there for her in the best way I can.
At first he would only be gone for a couple hours late at night, then it turned to several hours. Not coming home to the next day, and now he’ll be gone for 2-3 days at the time.
I just, I just don’t know. I wish someone out there could help me, because I’m tired of feeling like I’m carrying the world on my shoulders, and no one wants to carry it with me.