To those wondering whether to leave their alcoholic partners, I would say, you don't want to become like my dad. Tied to the house, unable to travel to visit your own children in case the alcoholic hurts themselves. Missing out on the joy of simple companionship and love. Becoming a carer to someone who has rendered themselves disabled. Worrying about money, because the alcoholic drinks and smokes it all. Finding yourself burdened with holding up the family finances and also doing every single task around the house. Looking ahead and knowing that things will only get worse. More stressful, more shameful, more revolting and disgusting.
I can't do anything about either of them. Their choices. But I am angry.
I have been under a lot of stress lately. Right now I am angry at that foul, selfish woman. I generally ignore her as I have a lot on my plate but she keeps wittering at me over text messages about her many self-inflicted ailments and why can't the NHS wave a magic wand – instantly – and make everything ok, with no effort on her part.
She also considers herself to be very interesting, charming and eccentric. She seems to think she's like Johnny Depp (not that I like that sort of thing). I think that also enrages me, that her stupid addled brain gives her this perception. And therefore she carries on, because all that wine, whiskey and chainsmoking is extremely stylish! How daring! Wow, what a character.
She looks and sounds like Gollum.
Saying all that about your own mother. It's sad, I know it is. I need to find a way to let this anger go. It's rare that I am angry, and I don't like how it feels in my body. I just fucking hate her.