A letter I sent to my dad

Dear Dad,

I think it is best that you find someone to take over my room. Number one reason, I do not think I am going to have rent this month. I do not know when worker comp people are going to start paying the money I should be getting. Secondly I do not feel comfortable with all the drug addicts coming in and out of the house, I do not like the pot just sitting out on the kitchen widow. I do not like the crack pipe that was sitting on the bathroom counter. I feel that when I talk to you in person, you do not hear what I am saying. I do not want to live in a drug filled place. And when I came home, I did not like the fact that people were drinking. Yes I didn't do a great job of watching William, but that was because I was in too much pain. I was only watching him because I thought I would be better and it was too late for Billy to find someone else when I realized I was not better. I thought when we decided to move in together it would be just me and you, I dealt with Debbie and Jessica after they left I thought again it would be just me and you. Then Andrew and Caley. I do not want to live in a house were drugs are sitting out in the open. I do not want to live in a house where people are going to come in and out all day and night.

If you want to help people (Tina) then you can help them (her) I do not want to be a part of it. I am tried of crack heads, I am tried of not being respected, I am tried of people breaking into my room, I am tried of being used and abused and I will not take it any longer. I will start finding boxes and packing my things. I had enough dad, I hope you understand. I am going through a lot and I do not want to deal with Tina, Caley, Andrew and other people like them. You can but I had enough.

When I come home people are drinking or getting high, However it was 2 years ago when people asked me to stop drinking I did, I drink every once in a while but not nearly as much as I was. I am sick and tried of going to the house having it smell like shit, piss, cig smoke. I am tried of going to the house and seeing shit heads. I do not mind pot but I do mind people smoking crack in the bathroom. The other day when I was there AND I talked to Tina she told me you gave her speed before and you two did it together, that Caley and Andrew have too. I do not want to live in that house anymore, I can see it turning back into what it has been since before mom died, nothing but a crack house. And I do not want to live in a crack house. I should not have too. And I will not.

I told you I wanted Tina out by Friday, and Caley and Andrew can be there when you are there and I did not want any of there friends over at the house. I just do not see that happening, and I know that Caley is your daughter and Andrew is your "son" And they will always be welcomed into your home. So I think it is best for me not to live there because I am to the point were I disowned Caley and I no longer see Andrew as a brother but just some fucking druggie now. And I am not sorry I feel that away anymore. I had enough, I want out. I want to take my name off the lease. I do not want my name with a crack house.

I am sorry for writing you in this email but maybe you will see where I am coming from and maybe you will get the point, when I said I had enough.