stressed This is it... I never thought this day would come. But soon enough, it has. And it's all because of the drunken moron, my dad. The dinner is set, hungry enough, we all jump in. The most favorite dish I love, ham. The drunken idiot comes out of his room, screaming out sears and cusses out of every corner... My brother is sick of it. He goes into his room and beats himself. He comes out once again with a backpack, and blood dripping out of his coat sleeve down off of his knuckles. I start to cry as he says goodbye to me. He walks out the door. The drunken idiot comes out of his room once again. He calls me and my mom a b***h, then he tells us he's leaving, and he's sick of everything. He grabs a pistol, some wine, and his coat and pants, and walks out the door. As I lay there crushed and defeated, my mother weaps. I tell her it's all gonna be okay. The only question is... why? why did he leave us like this? Leave us in pain, and disgust? The ignorant man just doesn't know how much he's hurt us. The wound in my heart is too hard to bare. It is so hard living my life... Don't know what's going on, don't even know what wen't wrong... I feel so disgusted with a headache of the century... Please, Please help me...
My name is Lindsey Landell. My number is the following-
1-406-387-4280
I just need someone to talk to me to work everything out for me... please?