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Should You Even be Drinking if You Don't Have a Liver?
October 04, 2003, 9:33 p.m. Last night, my mum went out drinking without telling my dad. So he went out drinking. She came home, drunk, and proceeded to be every bit as boring and disgusting as drunk people are. Even my puppy couldn’t stand to be around her, and my mother is her favourite. Dad came home drunk, after I’d gone to bed (taking the puppy with me, who normally never leaves my mother’s side), and mum had fallen asleep on the couch. He immediately began screaming at my mother, and she eventually left to go sleep in my sister’s room. Dad then stayed up most of the night playing loud music (I think it was AC/DC. God how I hate that band), and I tried to sleep, hoping he wouldn’t get it into his head to come looking for Puppy. He didn’t, but she elected to desert me sometime in the middle of the night for mum. I guess she must’ve thought it was safe to return. Ugh. I had a talk with my mother about this: it’s so bloody disappointing. She promised my sister and I she wouldn’t drink, and she’s done it twice since then. I’m just glad the Brat wasn’t home. Perhaps that’s why she did it. But although it doesn’t distress me as much as it does the Brat, it’s still distressing. I hate seeing my mother like that, like everything I hate. I always said I had two fathers: my sober one and my drunk one. One I love, one I hate. I think two mothers in addition to two fathers is just too many parents in general.
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