She acts as if she doesn’t even know that I exist.
But I would do anything to let her know I care.
But I am only talking to myself ‘cos she isn’t there.
Poop.
Beth got kicked out of my parents’ house. I don’t blame them. In fact, I think I’ve advocated this for a while now. Only I feel like I didn’t do anything to help her.
Which isn’t to say that I didn’t try. I have spoken with her often, and tried to convince her that she’s better than the people she hangs out with, that the guy she continuously runs back to is an abusive ass, but it wasn’t enough.
I believe that she CAN take care of herself, I just don’t think she should until she finishes college and dumps the dick. So I’m trying to get her to come out here for a little while.
I still think my mom was right, or at least justified. If Beth wasn’t straightening up under the constant threats of eviction, well my mom really just needed to make it a bit more serious. Constant threats don’t help anyone.
Sigh. But, while I may side with my mom I also remember what hell it was growing up under her roof. And I can only imagine that it’s worse with my dad’s illness.
I suppose it’s just another reason for me to consider returning to Boston.