weekend(s)

Dear God,

it's amazing what happens when your away.
even for just two days.
my dad is a drunk! harsh i know...
but its true. well over the weekend he got
carried away with the alcohol once again.
mom called me crying.
said she "had enough and could'nt wait for my dad to sober up".
i calmed her down and convinced her to go see a movie
with my younger sibilings. it worked.aleast i thought it did.
but turns out that she just stayed home,
waiting for my drunken father to waltz trough the door like he
always does an hour past "too late". which is usually around
two or three in the morning.
im sure he reeked of alchol and slurring his every word like
they didn't mean shit. im sure he finally told everyone he loves them.
im sure he cried and felt sorry for himself.
im sure he pasted out on the couch.


.....but only this time, he came home with a bruised eye
a bump on his cheek and a swollen lip. he looked terrible as my mom
recalled. he had been beaten up!
this wouldn't have happend if he just kept his ass home.
this wouldn't have happend if he would have just watched his usual episodes.
this wouldn't have happend if i was home.


all in all "I Love My Dad"!
i love him with all of the heart that he has given me.
i love him like how a daughter is to love a father.
i love him. but, i guess somestimes loving someone just isn't enough.
im really trying here. all i would like is alittle help here and there.
are you even listening?