Having issues with his heart, from decades of drug abuse.
My mother is in the other room, shaking like a leaf, hugging her does nothing. These past few years, our family has been dropping like flies to...you guessed it: complications from drug addiction.
I can't take this anymore. I hated him for torturing me my whole life, he was never once a real brother to me but the toll it takes on her psychologically and emotionally, I worry about losing her more than anything to all this neverending barrage of goddamn death lingering over our family..
My ten year old niece, she lives with us and she can hear her grandmother losing control. My god, his fucking daughter.
What do I even say? I thought we pulled our family back together after the last few deaths but its all ripped open all over again.
He was a monster and he was only given a few months to live, we all knew it was coming but I don't know. I never loved him but I'm just so goddamn angry. The Grim Reaper follows my clan around like ominous cloud, every few months I lay awake at night waiting for something horrible to happen becuase thats what normal feels like.
I'll be fine, its them I worry about and how it haunts its happening all over again and I'm useless at helping them process grief for the last four years.
My mother is in the other room, shaking like a leaf, hugging her does nothing. These past few years, our family has been dropping like flies to...you guessed it: complications from drug addiction.
I can't take this anymore. I hated him for torturing me my whole life, he was never once a real brother to me but the toll it takes on her psychologically and emotionally, I worry about losing her more than anything to all this neverending barrage of goddamn death lingering over our family..
My ten year old niece, she lives with us and she can hear her grandmother losing control. My god, his fucking daughter.
What do I even say? I thought we pulled our family back together after the last few deaths but its all ripped open all over again.
He was a monster and he was only given a few months to live, we all knew it was coming but I don't know. I never loved him but I'm just so goddamn angry. The Grim Reaper follows my clan around like ominous cloud, every few months I lay awake at night waiting for something horrible to happen becuase thats what normal feels like.
I'll be fine, its them I worry about and how it haunts its happening all over again and I'm useless at helping them process grief for the last four years.