1.14.1997
Dad has apparently lost his mind. I'm still in shock and don't know all the details yet, but Dad thinks some people at his firehouse are out to get him. Sounds completely paranoid to me. The nasty part is he's been freaking out for days. He even called in sick to work for a whole week, in advance. Mom hasn't been making much sense. I'm having a difficult time trying to figure this all out and for the time being I've forgotten about all my petty problems.
Last night Dad told Mom he was going to the store to buy a bottle of cooking sherry. He didn't come home to her until this morning. Then he went back out again at seven this morning to get coffee and a donut. He didn't come back. His little .22 pistol is missing as well. Mom already went out and checked all the donut shops he usually goes to. She couldn't find him. Obviously, it was a lie. When Mom called me in a panic and told me Dad was gone and his pistol removed from his dresser on his side of the bed I told her to call the police. I'm hoping Dad won't pussy out and end it all over some stupid firehouse shit. Sometimes just the thought of killing yourself can get you through a rough time, rather than actually going through with it. He's probably sitting somewhere like at the beach thinking. Sooner or later he'll snap out of it.
If he does waste himself, his financial stuff and the house is going to be such a mess for Mom. I just know it. He did one of those last will and testament by mail kits. Mom probably won't have anything left after the lawyers are through with it. This whole thing is so incredibly dumb. Dad thinks these two coworkers of his are going to sue him for defamation of character or some shit. To my knowledge right now, no one is planning to take him to court. It's all in his mind. I know how he thinks. He worries constantly about the "what if" scenarios rather than worry about reality when it happens. He stays in bed awake all night chewing a toothpick into splinters staring at the ceiling with the lights out. After a few days with little or no sleep, he becomes even weirder.
Mom called me the other day and asked if I could speed up moving the Oldsmobile over to aunt Linda's place because Dad wanted to park his truck in the garage. He seems to think somebody's gonna firebomb it late at night or something. Anyway, Mom is a total emotional wreck right now, and I don't know what to make of all this other than the whole situation is bogus to say the least. I'm planning on going to work today and I'm going to pretend that none of this is happening.
Last night Dad told Mom he was going to the store to buy a bottle of cooking sherry. He didn't come home to her until this morning. Then he went back out again at seven this morning to get coffee and a donut. He didn't come back. His little .22 pistol is missing as well. Mom already went out and checked all the donut shops he usually goes to. She couldn't find him. Obviously, it was a lie. When Mom called me in a panic and told me Dad was gone and his pistol removed from his dresser on his side of the bed I told her to call the police. I'm hoping Dad won't pussy out and end it all over some stupid firehouse shit. Sometimes just the thought of killing yourself can get you through a rough time, rather than actually going through with it. He's probably sitting somewhere like at the beach thinking. Sooner or later he'll snap out of it.
If he does waste himself, his financial stuff and the house is going to be such a mess for Mom. I just know it. He did one of those last will and testament by mail kits. Mom probably won't have anything left after the lawyers are through with it. This whole thing is so incredibly dumb. Dad thinks these two coworkers of his are going to sue him for defamation of character or some shit. To my knowledge right now, no one is planning to take him to court. It's all in his mind. I know how he thinks. He worries constantly about the "what if" scenarios rather than worry about reality when it happens. He stays in bed awake all night chewing a toothpick into splinters staring at the ceiling with the lights out. After a few days with little or no sleep, he becomes even weirder.
Mom called me the other day and asked if I could speed up moving the Oldsmobile over to aunt Linda's place because Dad wanted to park his truck in the garage. He seems to think somebody's gonna firebomb it late at night or something. Anyway, Mom is a total emotional wreck right now, and I don't know what to make of all this other than the whole situation is bogus to say the least. I'm planning on going to work today and I'm going to pretend that none of this is happening.
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