A year and a day on.
It was dads birthday,the day the business closed, the day I saw my dad cry, the day I had my mother arrested for assaulting me and then had her sectioned.
So much has happened in a year but clearly nothing has changed, last week she swore on my children's lives she wasn't drunk, I didn't believe her but I held the guilt of the vague possibilty I might be wrong.
Right now I'm waiting to see if she will be admitted, arrested or committed, worse still refused treatment because she drunk.
She's tried to attack dad, he called from his bedroom scared and not knowing what to do for the best.
I think tonight is going to be a long night.
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