Most recently, my Mother (who amongst other things is addicted to prescription pain killers and married to and co-depends with my Father an addict himself) has found herself in the same position that my Father put himself in (for the first, but definitely not last time) when I was 15.
Here's the abridged version of events.
- I need to be picked up 6+ miles from home.
- My mom is sick, dad has to come get me.
- He shows up, high. Clearly on his muscle relaxers, and likely anti-anxiety meds.
- Swerving in and out of lanes, at one point driving head on into on coming traffic, I'm white knuckled.
- I say something about his driving.
- Dad has pride issues, can't take ANY criticism from people, let alone his kids. Flips out, gets pissed.
- Arguing with me, didn't notice the cop car racing up behind him.
- Pulled over, felony stop. Dad and I are forced to put our hands out the windows and instructions are given to us over a bullhorn on the side of a busy road around 5pm on a weekday.
- Dad can't follow instructions very well. He'd high. He's getting yelled at. He's cuffed. I'm cuffed. We're sat on the curb.
- More police arrive.
- I'm questioned, and un-cuffed by another officer that's just shown up. He asks if my Dad is drunk, "No. He's on his medicine like normal though"
- I'm told at this point to call my mother. Sick, she comes to the scene.
- I'm told that my Dad was involved in a hit and run, apparently happened on the way to pick me up. He was too high to notice he had run someone off the road by hitting them with the side of our car.
- Dad is carted off to jail. Charged with DUI and Hit and Run. (Hit and run later dropped)
- I'm yelled at by mom for not supporting my dad, and lying to the cops about his mental state.
This, once again, is the FIRST DUI my Father was charged with. He has since been charged with 5 more. All while on prescription drugs. Along with other road rage incidents and reckless driving charges, one that involved me being hit while standing in the middle of a park (yes by him, yes intentionally, yes he was going fast, yes... I did flip all the way over the car, just like the scene in Meeting Joe Black).
He no longer has a license.
My Mother, 2 nights ago, went out to pick up my 21 year old brother from work and drive him home. She has eye issues. Can't see well. It's dark out, and she was likely on her meds as well. No one was hurt, but she hit a road sign on a median and completely smashed it, along with the front of her truck. She left the scene as no one else seemed to be around (it was about midnight.) After picking up my brother is picked up, she's pulled over. Felony stop... arms out the window, yadda yadda... arrested, booked, impounded, suspended.
Why can't these people get their shit together? Even I'm not this much of a wreck.
The worst thing I see in myself is my smoking habit... and I hate myself for even that.
(I also justify it with a hearty helping of "this is to curb any other substances I could be addicted to instead, like my parents and extended family members as this shit is clearly hereditary")
The worst part of all this, is though I try hard not to care about them.. and I try to distance myself from them... I can't. This effects me, depresses me to NO END.... and I don't fucking know why.
