Deleted first intro coz I feel like this is more relevant:
So I think I lied when I said my parents had normal issues. Or maybe not. Idk.
My mother was an alcoholic. Kind of mean when she was drunk. And the kind of drunk where she'd come into my room when I was older and tear it apart looking for alcohol, saying shit like "I know you have a bottle of vodka in here."
Whenever anyone ever brought up her drinking, she'd play the victim in a huge way. Sometimes threaten to kill herself. She used to bring up shit I did as a way of deflecting. Like one time when I was about 17 and got taken home in a cop car because I'd been wandering around the city basically naked and completely fucked up. No concern for me, more like "No one calls him an alcoholic."
And my dad is a cold brick of a person. I think for the most part of my life, I'd be lucky to get a, "Hey, how was school?" He hated my mum's drinking (he's a psychologist as well), and used to push her around when she was really drunk and scream at her. Always used my brother and I in the argument, like "Look how much you're fucking them up."
Mum and dad went through a really rough patch when I was about 18 and mum moved out. I saw my dad cry almost non-stop for 2 weeks, and he told me all this mad personal shit about their marriage. Felt like 0-100 because we went from not speaking to him wanting to be my best buddy.
Long story short, they're still married, but I have this weird feeling that one of them is going to kill themselves one day.
I have no idea why I'm writing this here by why the fuck not.
