I’m sorry that I haven’t come on and updated you all. I realize that my last post was “I am going to see my brother who was SHOT and an oxycotin addict” well…
Have you ever had a conversation with an addict or alacoholic that made you want to slap them in the back of the head or maybe flick them in the forehead over and over? I had that conversation.
“He shot me on accident.” Yeah….uhhhhhh….
“I love my daughters.” Me too.
“I love my wife.” Whom by the way is sleeping with another man.
Look my brother used to be a man of integrity, honor, dignity, and helped teach me what a woman SHOULD be. He didn’t do too bad of a job by the way because I am an awesome woman!
However…he seems like a beaten down dog. My brother served in the United States Navy and then became a COAL MINER. He deserves a level of respect he has never been given by his supposed family. His wife is pissed off that Child Protective Services is showing up everyday…guess who made that happen? I hate the fact that my neices are going to bed at 5am…they are 9 and 12. Come on! By the way they are home schooled…and I spell better than they do.
Sunday…my brother…who protected me when I needed it the most will go back to Alabama…back to where he was SHOT…back to where someone tried to end his life and apparently that’s where he belongs.
I HATE addiction. I’ve had the most predictable week of all.