According to mom he’s been flipping out at everything again. Yelling at everyone. I wish my dad would just go live in another state and send us money. My siblings hate him. I don’t hate him anymore because I can kind of see a glimpse of my actual dad inside the monster and neurosis and anger, but he’s not worth it. The stress and sadness and fear he’ll become dangerous.
I’m sorry Anna, I wish there was something I could do.
My dad, for the most part, was a really great guy. He had a really short fuse, though. He especially wasn’t accepting of my illness during the years of my hospitalizations. Once he started to get involved with the disabled, he really changed, as he was disabled himself.
Man, do I ever know how you feel about bad dad. Mine refused to get help. Either he was scared of the mental hospital or, later, said he was too old.