No matter what's happened up to now everything is still the same. The years that have gone by drag out so slow, my dad's an alcoholic and has always been an alcoholic. Ever since I was little, as little as I can remember at least, he would always get drunk and get angry about something. He always used to pick fights with my mom, she's strong and takes no shit from anyone but I remember a couple times he had left marks. It pisses me off to think that all this time it's still the same, only worse. For the past year my mom and I watched him go down hill in to a frenzy of paranoia. We've done everything we could but nothing we do will ever help him. I watched my dad slowly disappear and die inside a shell of a mad man.
My mom's threatened divorce and even signed the papers but she never goes through with it, I find it rather selfish honestly. Here we are living in absolute hell because he's a psycho and she ignores the obvious dangers and threats. I'm not sure what it would actually take to get them apart, at this point I'm thinking nothing ever will. How romantic, she's in love with a psycho. So through the years all this stress and bullshit had me going through hell in school and at home. So eventually after 8th grade I got on medication for depression and anxiety, then I started online schooling. Okay so the school part had improved but I was still stuck with someone who sometimes reminded me of Charles Manson. I've given up on my dad so I can focus on myself and keeping us safe since my mom seems to think he wouldn't take one of the four shotguns and put bullets through our heads while we sleep. Well hell, how many times has he threatened her with a shotgun? I don't know but goddamnit if I could have seen it I would have ripped his throat out.
So then he tries to be my goddamn friend and buy my love by giving me a credit card. I was pissed because he never talked to my mom about it and I was 15 probably 14 at the time. Eventually when they were fighting I told my mom about the credit card so she'd get even more pissed off. That failed, I still had the card and they were still together.
Even after we moved out and tried to get away he still ended up in our lives. He shoved his way through and eventually my mom welcomed him with open arms. Or had him committed to the Warren General Hospital because he's a nut. That only happened twice and he just comes back home every time with the same shit, some anti-psychotics and advice to stop drinking. Well shit, guess what he doesn't take and doesn't listen to?
So even though he talks like the essence of crazy he's still around. He covered the cable box with tin foil because "they" were using it to watch him. He's ripped wires out of his truck multiple times because "they're" tracking him, he even went as far as buying something online to hook up to his truck so he could see what "they" were up to. My dad and technology don't work and what he bought required a laptop so he never did get it figured out. So "they" apparently tap our phones and track us with our cell phones, not to mention everyone we know seems to be in on it. He says he doesn't trust my mom and he knows what she's doing to him, same shit with my sister and whatnot. Hell, even recently he went as far as ripping his own tooth out. I'm not sure why really, he tried to give it to my sister saying " A tooth for a tooth" since he had accidentally chipped hers when they were messing around when she was 15 (on another note, she's 27 now ). So there's that and he broke his cell phone and my moms because "they" were tracking it. Even after all that she allows him to manipulate her. She says she loves him, but the man she loves is gone. Yet she stays with him and the bullshit builds and causes us to stress and stress until we need an increase on our medicine.
So I'm almost 16, if I survive this for two more years I can get out. If I can just focus on me until then and survive his fits of psycho I can escape, and hopefully drag my mother out with me. For some reason all this has cause me to mature beyond my years in some ways, and because of that I don't really fit in with my age group. So I have one friend my own age and everyone else is at least 3 years older than me. Even though as I say "everyone else" it refers to a total of perhaps 2 people. So I'm not all alone in this world, but damn sometimes it feels that way. Crazy face makes me not want to look at anyone or get close to anyone because I fear I'll lose them like I lost him.
I know it's a mental illness and it seems cold hearted of me to refer to my own dad in an ill manner but this just isn't my dad anymore. I love my dad, I miss my dad but this guy isn't him. I've always had an interest in psychology and I've read quite a bit on it so I know there's nobody to blame for this but I want so bad to blame him. I guess sometimes I do though I shouldn't, it's sad how sick he is. We've had him in hospitals, we've tried to look at things his way and find out if someone maybe is following him, we've tried just letting it go, we've tried nagging, we've tried crying, but if I didn't have something to hide I would have called the police and gotten out of here some time ago.
Stupid Quotes
Dad: "Are these inside shorts, or outside shorts?"

Dad: "It's chicken water."

Dad: " They need to let that kid play in the
dirt and the
water"

Pickles: "Let's just get snakes, they're the biggest worms out there."
Charles: "I'm sure they already have snakes, it's the amazon."
Pickles: "There ya go penny pinchin' again.

Nathan: "Go brush your teeth man..."
Murder Face: " Why would I brush my teeth in a library, that's ridiculous."
