I Really Mean It
Veteran
shyt is stressing my moms out. He’s always been functional, but now that he’s retired and in his last years, it’s gone to an extreme that makes me want to smack him up and ask him what the fukk he’s doing. The anniversary of my aunt’s death is coming up, which he cites as the reason for his abuse of liquor, but I don’t accept that excuse. The amount of alcohol he consumes daily, drinking from morning until he passes out, is making him seem demented. It’s exhausting. 






