Yelled at dad about 20 minutes ago. Or more so, my brother yelled at him.

He got his hands on my mom’s wallet and withdrew money to buy drugs again.

It’s really obvious that he’s high and we’re all just sick of it so we decided to all confront him about wanting him out of the house. My parents were already yelling at each other earlier but yeah, shit went down.

At first my mom took us all into my bro’s room and talked it out. My little sister was just bawling because y’know, she’s only 11 and she’s always been a daddy’s girl. She doesn’t want him to leave but it hurts her knowing it’s for the best because my mom can barely go to work whenever he’s like this. And it was just a bit hard to see that because I remember being in that same exact position as her when I was her age except being interviewed by the cops. But I’m near 21 now and I’ve grown up with it to the point where all I can do is just frown.

I wasn’t as assertive as my brother when it came down to confronting dad. Bro was just yelling all over the place, pushing dad away screaming, “DON’T TOUCH THEM” whenever he’d try to hold one of us.

It was really tense but I stayed quiet, only saying that it was obvious that he was still drugged up. The whole time my bro did all the yelling and my mom broke down crying as she held my little sister.

My dad went into the master bedroom and we tried following him in but he locked the door. Needless to say, my bro got even more pissed and kicked the door, leaving a really huge dent and he would’ve broke down the door if my mom hadn’t stopped him.

The whole time my bro was yelling,

“Get out of this house, we don’t want you anymore!”

“Haven’t you already put us through enough suffering, you bastard!”

“I hate you! What kind of dad are you anyways!? Making your little girl cry!? MAKING MY MOM CRY!? Your kids don’t even love you anymore!”

And the whole time, I stood leaning against the wall, biting my lip and trying to choke tears back. But his loud voice boomed throughout the house and I couldn’t ignore it. What kind of family is this? It hurt a little. It hurt a lot, thinking about how happy I was only a few months back when we were all sitting at the dinner table eating together as a family again. And then this happens. Screaming, yelling, and crying.

I’m quite fed up with it.

We don’t deserve this.