John
01-14-2008, 03:25 PM
...and it's going to hell in a handbasket.
All havoc broke lose over dinner tonight (really, two of the last three times I've cooked, it's ended up in a flaming row. Gods know what'll happen if I ever run my own kitchen), as it is want to do (it being the only time my brother and me willing loiyter in the vacinity of my stepdad.
He was being his usual drunk self, condisending, self important, insultive. We'd all quite clearly had enough of him, but of cause he plowed on. He was putting down education and qualificatios as they exist today and how they where so much better in his day (and idiotic thing to do. My brothers doing his GCSEs and my mums a teature). Thing is, he ran out of anything original to say years ago, so, right on the edge of my temper, I said 'yes, we've all hurd it. Several times. You need to get some new stories'. He said 'you need to get a new home'. I was trying really hard not to smack him, so missed whatever he said that set my brother off. He stormed off yelling and screaming. I went after him (as is our unspoken araingment on storming out of dinner), and found that he'd punched his light switch through the wall. My mum and stupmum (irony?) are now taking him to the hospital 'cos he may have broken his hand (my mum dosn't drive, my dad was unavailable).
I really think this is the last straw. On of the things she said to me while we where clearing the kitchen and arainging lifts to the hospital was 'I think this has gone far enough. It's time to sell up' and 'I love my husband, when he's sober, but he has and alcohol problem, and I cant live with it and what it's doing to [my brother and me]'
Myself, I'm just quietly livid.
God I need a drink.
All havoc broke lose over dinner tonight (really, two of the last three times I've cooked, it's ended up in a flaming row. Gods know what'll happen if I ever run my own kitchen), as it is want to do (it being the only time my brother and me willing loiyter in the vacinity of my stepdad.
He was being his usual drunk self, condisending, self important, insultive. We'd all quite clearly had enough of him, but of cause he plowed on. He was putting down education and qualificatios as they exist today and how they where so much better in his day (and idiotic thing to do. My brothers doing his GCSEs and my mums a teature). Thing is, he ran out of anything original to say years ago, so, right on the edge of my temper, I said 'yes, we've all hurd it. Several times. You need to get some new stories'. He said 'you need to get a new home'. I was trying really hard not to smack him, so missed whatever he said that set my brother off. He stormed off yelling and screaming. I went after him (as is our unspoken araingment on storming out of dinner), and found that he'd punched his light switch through the wall. My mum and stupmum (irony?) are now taking him to the hospital 'cos he may have broken his hand (my mum dosn't drive, my dad was unavailable).
I really think this is the last straw. On of the things she said to me while we where clearing the kitchen and arainging lifts to the hospital was 'I think this has gone far enough. It's time to sell up' and 'I love my husband, when he's sober, but he has and alcohol problem, and I cant live with it and what it's doing to [my brother and me]'
Myself, I'm just quietly livid.
God I need a drink.