My daughter and I went out to dinner with my parents last night.
My Dad looks at me during dinner and asks me to price plane tickets, amtrak fares, and greyhound fares to bring my drug addict brother back home from West Palm Beach, FL.
Fun times.
My brother allegedly has nowhere to go anymore. Every "friend" he's made down there has kicked him out. He was living in a halfway house and he was just kicked out of there for allegedly breaking curfew twice. He claims he wants to get clean and he can't if he's living on the streets. As Indiana Jones said, "I've heard that bedtime story before".
Of course, my Mom, being my Mom, wants to bring him back because he claims he doesn't want any part of going back to Chicago to find drugs. Uh huh. Where's the pinocchio smiley? All he does is lie, lie, lie and my Mom can't say no to him.
This will literally kill my Dad. My Dad is high strung and screams at the top of his lungs when he gets mad and he always has had heart problems. This is going to be a disaster. And I was thinking of moving back in with them for a little bit. I can't expose my daughter to that hostile environment now. I don't know what I'm going to do. I have month to figure it out.
When I made my feelings clear that this will be a HUGE mistake, my Dad said, if he messes up at all, he's gone. I just looked at him, tilted my head and said, "Do you really think Mom is going to allow that to happen?" He just stayed silent because he knows that she won't.
What a disaster. And he'll be coming back today. :smt095
