Between having a doctor I can’t get away from and can’t get another for right now, and my parents drinking problems I feel like I’m a prisoner. Now I think my mother sneaks around and gets more than she shoild.
I just heard her go to my dad and I heard “You know what I want.” It was sneaky and I knew what it was about and she did not deny it when I called attention to it. He had it somewhere in the car for our trip.
Something is wrong in this house. I have to live here because there is no place to go. Maybe I need a support group for families with alcohol dependence. II’l have to go by myself.