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Saturday, Oct. 25, 2003.
(Please read this, just for my sake)
My dad had arranged for me, my sisters, and my mom to be picked up and brought to CT for one of his co-worker's son's b-day party (since my mom was recovering from being sick, she couldn't drive).
I can say that that was one of the worst days of my life.
So the party went along well, food, cake, and the Yankees game was on (which they did lose, but I feel that they kind of deserved to lose, don't ask). It was a pretty good party.
That is, until, everyone (meaning adults) started drinking. Like, REALLY drinking. And it bothered me to know that they were, especially with my dad's past experiences with drinking.
So by the end of the night my dad had quite a few beers, but not enough so that he'd be pukin' his guts the next morning (THANK THE LORD JESUS ABOVE). My mom decides that she wants to go home (I did too), so we get into the car and my mom has to drive. After we pass a few streets, my dad says "Stop the car." At that time, I thought that he was going to throw up on the side of the road (which would be equally a scary as what's about to happen because I have this phobia of people vomiting). My mom stops over and he gets out of the car and goes to the driver's side. He yells at my mom to get out of the car because he's going to drive. At this point, I swore that it looked like he was going to hit my mom, I was so afraid he was. But my mom refused to get out, saying that he was just drunk and that he needed to get back in the passenger's side of the car. My dad stood there for a moment (that alcohol was REALLY slowing him down) and then said, "You aren't going to get out?" My mom once again refused, and then he slammed the car door on her and started walking away.
Now keep in mind, that both my sisters are awake, one of them is only 5 years old and has NO idea of how serious this could be.
My mom sits there for a few seconds, realizing what had just happened and then drives away.
I'm sitting in the back, clutching onto both my sisters, and I admit, I was afraid. No, more than just afraid, REALLY afraid. I was literally fucking shaking, and I couldn't stop because nothing like this had happened before, I've never dealt with this kind of pressure. And it scared me.
And there we were, lost, in CT, having NO clue of where we were even going.
I swear that we were driving in circles, we kept goin through the same places over. And worst of all, my mom had lost her cell phone and we had no way of contacting anyone. It was aldo around 12 in the AM so we couldn't exactly knock on someone's door for help.
Well, after about 4 hours of driving, and 100 "When's daddy coming home?" from my little sister, I suggested we go to a gas station (brilliant of me, huh? I can't believe I was stupid enough not to say it earlier) and we did. We got directions, but then we got lost again (I'm still shaking) and after a few more hours, we DID make it back home. I had to carry my sister into her bed, holy shit, I felt so bad for her because she had no idea of what was going on. At all. All I knew was that she was asking for her daddy. And I couldn't give her an answer.
My dad DID come back, the very next morning, and now it's horrible. My parents don't even talk to each other, it's like they're along the lines of divorce, but I doubt it because they "want the best for us".
I dunno, I just wanted to tell you guys.
And this morning, I told Tash about it, and I just broke down (Tash, you're prolly reading this right now too), I don't know why. Wow, very emo, but I don't really give a flying fuck. It's out of my system, and I'm glad.
In other news today (just to get away form thie sad crap)....
I WON THE FUCKING GC TICKETS!
I would've automatically said this before, but, I had to explain Saturday.
But...
I WON!!!!!!
I WON-I WON-I WON-I WON-I WON-I WON-I WON-I WON-I WON-I WON-I WON-I WON-I WON-I WON-I WON-I WON-I WON-I WON-I WON-I WON-I WON-I WON-I WON-I WON-I WON-I WON-I WON-I WON-I WON-I WON-I WON-I WON-I WON-I WON-I WON-I WON-I WON-I WON-I WON-I WON-I WON-I WON-I WON-I WON-I WON-I WON-I WON-I WON-I WON-I WON-I WON-I WON-I WON-I WON-I WON-I WON-I WON-I WON-I WON-I WON-I WON-I WON-I WON-I WON....
Crap it, I WON!
The tix are arriving in 1-2 weeks...
I WON!!
*breathes* It's okay Aldo, calm yourself down!
I'll write more, someone (TASH) is begging me to take down my away message, lol.
Aldo. THE Aldo. She's better than you.
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