When I asked my father if any day was a good day, I also asked what would happen when I lived there…would it be a good day for me to live there? Will I have to leave if it is a bad day? He replied, “no, I guess not” and after that, he never talked about good or bad days again, so I thought that maybe he reconsidered. However, the next time I came over to bring some things, he sat my girlfriend and I down give us an explanation about his “migraines” were and how they made him feel.
Like we had not heard this before, we sat down and talked to him for a few hours about how his “migraines” would hurt so bad that he could not sleep or do anything all day because they made him incapable of performing any “basic task” (as he put it). He then told us that that is the reason why he has to drink, not only because the “migraines” are so bad but because the medicine his doctor gave him does not work .
He then proceeded to explain to us about how he had such a tough life and was going through a tough time right now because of things that had happened in his life. He mostly spoke of the past and his relationships with others in my family. It seemed to me that he was stretching the truth a little too thin and was exaggerating everything to the fullest extent. To be honest, he was being pretty over-dramatic with everything he talked about. It was like he wanted me to feel sorry for him and accept his drinking.