Potter’s father had a stroke on Thursday night. We have no idea what the prognosis is.
In the meantime his mom is having a nervous breakdown. Tom is her only source of support. And that’s because his sibs are refusing to come and do anything.
Some of them say it’s too expensive, which is a pathetic lie; others just don’t feel like it. To review, their father is at death’s door, and Tom is all alone dealing with it. (Of course, Tom was the one who got kicked out of the house at age 16 for being a homo, and has since reconciled.)
At this point, the fact that Tom might not be able to come see me for après-Valentine’s as planned is the least of my worries. More importantly, he’s on the verge of burning out, he has no support. My sunflower is losing his mind and I’m stuck here.
Listen up, you dicksicles:
YOUR DAMN FATHER MAY BE ABOUT TO DIE, AND YOUR MOTHER AND BROTHER ARE SUFFERING. I don’t know what part of this is escaping you.
If it were my father and mother and brother, I would be on a plane if I were in Tajikistan. As it is I’m trying to persuade Tom to fly me up there so I can give him someone to lean on.
I don’t know on what planet simply ignoring that situation is acceptable behaviour, you shitmonkeys. GO HELP MY BOYFRIEND. NOW. OR I WILL HURT YOU.