So, its official. I know now for sure that my father snorts cocaine. It hit me at three this morning. But before I give you the low-down on what happened, lemme give you some background info:
When I was about seven years of age, my parents divorced. My mother re-married, and my father just called it quits on the marriage thing.
When questioned, my father always told me that he and my mother divorced because of "mutual disagreements". Fair enough.
When consulting my mother about why they divorced, she told me the truth, the drugs. THERE'S YOUR FUCKING "MUTUAL DISAGREEMENT"!!
I vividly recall walking into my father's bedroom at around eight or nine years old, and seeing a plastic bag, filled with a fine white powder. I picked it up and asked my father "What's this?" "My medicine." He replied. So I went about my business.
Over the years, I would find rolled up dollar bills in his jacket pockets, and very small bags of the white stuff hidden somewhere in our beach cottage.
It all stopped about 3 years ago. Maybe he stopped, maybe he just found more secure hiding areas.
About a year ago, my father met a young woman, named Jill. At first sight, I knew she was not quite right. She had a severely nasal voice, and had medication for everything(ears, nose, throat, headaches, sleep, etc). Obviously addicted to pills, and various other things.
She is now(supposedly) drug free of everything, except for the sleeping pills, and her four year old child is now staying with her at her house(as opposed to staying at her sister's house in Tennessee), at which my father so graciously changed residences to.
I will say this right now, they were not meant to be.... at all. Constantly arguing, but then later found in a cuddling embrace.
Well, last night, Jill and my father, both decided to go out and have a drink or two at a local bar. I agreed to watch over her son while they were gone, and they were off at around 10:30, while her boy was sleeping.
So here I am, in my room, watching television, and in walks Jill and Dad, at 2:30 in the morning, arguing. I shut my t.v. off and decide to go to sleep.
This is exactly what I heard next:
-Jill yelling.
-My father yelling his lame-ass retorts.
-Silence.
-SNOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRT!!
-SNOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRT!!
-SNOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRT!!
-Jill crying.
-My father telling her that she’s “stupid”.
-The slamming of a door.
-The pounding of my head, as an ache came upon me, keeping me up for the next half an hour.
Conclusion:
I’m thinking about threatening his visitation rights, unless he cleans up. Either that or I might just stop visiting all together. Its not so much tath he snorts, its just what it does to him mentally. The man has got no common sense at all. My dog Indy has more intelligence than that stupid bastard.
Now I am dealing with a depressive, pill-popping, slut. A nose-candy fiend. And a pestulant, little fuck-wit(Jill’s son). --You can quote me on that one–
Am I right to threaten his visitation rights? Is there any other way to deal with this, without it concerning a lot of people? This is really hard.