DBro has huge MH issues. He's in his 20s. Has taken overdoses a few times, including today. I usually go to him and deal with it, and Dad does nothing. Last time, he didn't even get in touch with DBro until a week after he was discharged.
Today, I asked Dad to go to him. I felt that it would mean a lot to DBro. My father had a go at me, yelling that I have no idea how bad things are for him (health problems, but he manages to get things done when they interest or benefit him.) For the first time ever, I yelled back. I told him that I shouldn't have to beg him to go and see his own son.
He's texting me such shit now.
I'm so fucking sad about it all. Just that really. I've cried so much. I can't help but hope that he will change, but he never ever will.