After that day..I thought maybe I can get him help.
I thought about what I was going to do to fix all this. Rehab? Therapist? He would never agree to go anywhere for help because he'll try to convince me he doesn't have a problem. Everyone knows they just don't want to bother with it. Leaves me alone with the problem..
Soo I tried to sit down with him and explain that this isn't going to work he needs help. He yelled and told me the only problem is me. Of course I thought I'm always the problem dad..
So I tried for months to get him help.. He just wasn't having it. I was so done with him and wished I was the one dead because I knew I couldn't go anywhere anytime soon. I could end my life..but that wouldn't fix him...
