6:48 a.m., 2005-02-24
My mom's new boyfriend is a pathological liar, and I think he is taking advantage of her. I'm not sure though. I do know that I am a very good instinctual judge of character and this guy gives me the creeps as big as the uncle from Napolean Dynamite. Yick.
I thought people are supposed to grow out of this stuff...after, high school? college? your late 20's? I don't know. He is the third in a string of severely messed up individuals. And the funny thing is, I think they're getting worse not better.
When I left for work last night she had fallen asleep/passed out with her glasses on, so they were askew on her face. Tucked under them near her left eye was a huge piece of gauze or tissue, which freaked me out a little because there is never any telling what she's capable of when she's drunk.
This morning I find her chugging coffee with an eye redder than any pothead I've ever seen. It turns out she had tried to take out a contact that wasn't in her eye. Jesus.
She is to the point now where there is not five minutes time between the moment she gets through the door and the moment I hear the crack open of her first one. The first of many, usually about 5 or 6 unless it's a bad night. In that case it's kamikaze speed drinking to get as drunk as possible as fast as possible.
Isn't that supposed to end in your 20's too?
There are times when I feel older than my mother. And there are times when I can't believe I've turned out as normally as I have, which is indeed a relative term. I may be a little fucked up, but thank God I was spared from becoming what I could have been.
