And That My Friends, Is My Life

So it's a long story but I got all day, plenty of time to kill, some anger to burn off and no where to go. Thanksgiving. How did I know? Cause I know what alcohol does to people. Absolutely changes them and never for the good. So my parents are being stubborn and impatient and cant wait 10 mins (no seriously 10mins max) for me to take them to my aunts house for Thanksgiving Dinner. I warned them that they know what happens at every holiday and they were gonna be sorry that they had an extra vehicle there to try to figure out how to get it home once they got drunk. That's their problem. They know that every year we go through this because they just expect me to be the designated driver. They also know that every year at Thanksgiving it is tradition for all the cousins to go out to a movie and I look forward to participating in that. When it came time for me to leave so I wouldnt be late for the movie my parents werent ready to go. They wanted to sit around and drink more. They have no idea how absolutely mortified I was by them and their behaviors while under the influence. Im used to my dad being hammered all the time, no matter where we go or what we do. But my mom doesnt usually get drunk when she drinks...but she was absolutely smashed. She couldnt even walk without falling down and worst of all was going around kissing everyone on my dads side of the family. Are you kidding me?!?! Oh my mercy, I swear Im adopted! Finally, I convince them to head out with me so I can make it to the movies...probably just in time for the previews to be finishing by this point. I was going to take my dads truck so that his vehicle would be home and I would sacrifice and figure out how to get my car home later. Plus it was an opportunity to take my dads truck cause I love to drive that thing, and why not use his gas in this economy? We were walking out to the truck about to get in when I realized it was a tight squeeze getting out with the cars parked in front of us and behind us. I probably could have made it, but I did not want to attempt to do so with my drunken father in the truck with me yelling at me and all worried about his stupid truck. He takes better care of that thing than he does of me, shoot he treats the stupid parrot and dog better than he treats me for that matter. So I decide that oh nevermind lets just take my car. My dad says he could talk me out of the parking spot and Id be fine, and Im sure I would be but I did not want to deal with him because I could tell he was in his mean drunk state of mind. I really dont know what happened but my parents freaked out that I wanted to take them home in my car. Its like they saw it as a personal attack or something and they snapped and started screaming and yelling at me in the middle of the street. Then one of the parents of one of the kids in my program at work walks out of his house, of course it happens to be the one Im parked in front of. Great. I love my life. He's watching the whole situation as my parents are standing in the middle of the street yelling at me. My dad gets pissed off. Go figure. And decides to try to prove a point or something, like he doesnt need me and announces that nevermind he didnt have time for this BS and that he is going to drive his truck home then. ha! You cant even see straight and you want to drive? on Thanksgiving. Thats intelligent. He demands for his keys. At first I didnt give them to him, why would I? Thats stupid. But he gets to the point where he is beyond mean and saying all sorts of things and forces me to give him the keys. I see them stagger towards the truck and start crying, scared of my parents own stupidity and the ridiculous affects alcohol has on people. I head back inside to my aunts house crying. My family sees me I explain what happened out on the street and my aunts go out to try to stop my dad from driving. My Grandma, who is my hero, my role model, my everything...comes and gives me a hug and shes shaking because shes so scared for my dad. She explains that their actions are not my fault and I did nothing wrong but then suggests at least that I follow my parents home to make sure they get home safe. So I head back outside and luckily it seems my aunts managed to get the keys from my dad. He sees me starting to walk up to them and starts screaming at me, "no, go...get out of here. You've done enough you need to get out of my life...go, just go on. etc" Ok, the dad who was never a part of my life until I was 16 now wants me back out of his life. right on. It wasnt even the words he was saying but it was the sound of pure hate in his voice and look of absolute disgust on his face that broke my heart. I hear my aunts telling him how much I do for him and I hear my mom telling him as shes crying now that hurting me isnt gonna make things any better. But apparently he doesnt care. Be little anyone and everyone just so you can finally feel high and mighty. It didnt matter. I knew my aunt was gonna drive them home and I was safe. I go back in side, shattered in a million pieces. Can we just go to the movie now? I didnt want anyone asking me if I was ok, or hugging me or telling me its not my fault...I just want to go to the movie and be left alone in the dark. My dad calls over and over again as the previews start, but my parents know I was going to the traditional thanksgiving movie with the cousins anyway so why would I answer in the theatre and especially for him at that time. He leaves a voicemail. I listened to it during the previews. He was telling me what a disappointment I am and how "dumbfounded" (his new word, dont ask, I dont know) but over and over again I here how dumbfounded he is by my actions and that its really hard to explain but I just dont know what Ive done. I still am absolutely unaware of what I did to set them off like that. Not give you your car keys? Offer to go out of my way, leave my cousins and drive you home? I really dont know. I thought some hurtful things that I would have liked to say but decided against it but you cant really hurt alcohol and God is dealing with me about saying things to my parents when Im angry. But I just deleted that voicemail and sank down in my seat, wishing he was calling to apologize but upset he was telling me what a disappointment I am and how he has no respect for me and what not. I thought the worst was over and was ready to watch the movie. Then my dad calls back and leaves a voicemail telling me that he finally convinces my mom to move in with him and that now rent and all the bills and everything were my problem and "good luck with that and have a nice life and hope everything works out for you." UGH! Whatever! Turns out the movie sucked really bad too. I really didnt like it at all. But on the bright side Anthony was working and gave me and all my cousins free tickets. He has no idea like how that one little gesture changed my night. My family was hecka humbled by that too. But even though Im upset and hurt Im alright. Like I feel proud of myself that this didnt even shake my faith. I got those voicemails and was like, "I dont know whats gonna happen God, but you do. I know youre good. My true Heavenly Father. You got everything under control and youre gonna take care of me." I aint even gonna trip off it, like it hurts but it makes me think, like to the enemy, "really, is that all you got, I'll take your best shot!" haha I love that song! God is good and faithful. With Him, I can get through anything. I love You Lord!