It is now after 2 a.m. My girlfriend and I had to be up in about five hours to be able to get ready and go to the wedding on time. Subtract an hour from that and that is the time we woke up to pack our car with all the essentials we would need for a few days to hold us over until we could move the rest of our things out of the house. With the car packed, and the dog in the backseat, we took our dog to my girlfriend’s mom’s house and left for the wedding. We had to push the fiasco that we had been through to the back of our minds until the wedding was over.
This was quite a task for us to do because the looming sense that we did not have a place to go was hung over our heads all day. I finally decided to call my brother, who told us we could come stay with him. Thank God! At least we had a place to go. Now to deal with the rest of the wedding’s festivities.
At the end of the night, my girlfriend and I ended up crashing on my brother’s couch until the next morning, where we would figure out what to do next. I was not mad at my father, as I had said my peace and found out how he felt (whether in a drunken stupor or not, I feel that some of the horrible things he had said the night before were somewhat true. Especially since I have heard him say those things sober before).
All I knew is that my father will not quit drinking. I can only hope that one day he manages to find his way to sobriety.