SiT

he's here again. drunk as hell. why does he do this? he tells my mom he loves her, but all he does is take advantage of her hospitality. he sleeps where ever he wants. eats everything. and leaves alcohol bottles all over the house. i found a vodka bottle in the toilet once. it confused me, but pissed me off. i want to tell him off. but i know if i do, he'll come after me, or worse, he'd go after my mom. so i sit silently in my room. listening to the stumbling and grumbling that travels through the house. my mom following him like a lost puppy, just to make sure he stays safe. she could just talk to him about his drinking, or tell him off and when he does something, call the cops. i've called the cops on him before. my mom scolded me. she said he was going through a rough time. like this isn't rough on me? i sit here thinking about a better life. i sit here pondering what she would do if i disappeared. would she be too worried about her drunken boyfriend to give a shit about me? she acts like she's 16 when she's bordering 40. i dont know what to do. i dont know what i can do. so i sit and think. think of a better life.