Betrayed God

What if I told you I love you?

My best friend (he is like a brother to my siblings and me) told my sister to marry a man that treats her dumb questions like they're NASA level problems. 
          She came to me to ask for help with chemistry homework. I just sat there, doing what I had to and explained her everything. Suddenly her eyes went wide and she screamed "You're the man! You are the kind of man I need to marry!!" 
          Honestly, I just want her to be happy. But I am not sure I could handle talking to myself while eating Christmas dinner... XD

Nine days straight. Twenty-four-hour shifts. I haven’t been home this long...
          
          I walk in, expecting some peace. Ha! What kind of fool would think that?
          
          My youngest brother glued a chemistry teacher to her chair and blamed the language teacher. My sister apparently decided that smiling at her is a mortal crime. She fought a girl, then hit a passing boy for daring to grin, and both ended up in the snow. Several male teachers had to drag her off them. Meanwhile, the eldest got completely wasted, tried to swallow a vibrator, and somehow a (male) neighbor handcuffed him to their bed.
          
          And me? I came home thinking, maybe now I can finally sit down. Ha! The chaos has awoken, baby!
          
          A few days later, the younger brother decided that milk filled condoms in the math classroom were a brilliant idea. All I can do is HOPE it was actually milk, because the liquid flooded the entire classroom. Sister got revenge after the same enemy girl cut her clothes... by cutting her hair. Publicly, “Dare me” style. But before that - she broke a nose to the best friend of the poor smiling boy. For what? For complimenting her fighting skills! And the eldest? Turns out he got a tattoo on his butt that says “Fuck me like I’m famous”.
          
          I am confused. I am shocked. I am considering never leaving home again. Maybe just barricade myself forever and pretend the world doesn’t exist?
          Yea... I would like a strong drink. But after the glitter wine incident... anything strong now terrifies me.
          
          Life lessons, freshly learned: children are chaos agents, siblings are disasters in miniature, and drunken adults are apocalyptic. Returning home does not restore sanity, it multiplies the insanity.

February 14th. Reason fourteen.
          
          The final reason. You became something special to me without me even realizing it and I’m really glad you exist in my life. Thank you for being you and being in my world. I love you ❤️

February 13th. Reason thirteen. 
          
          You matter to me more than you probably realize.

February 12th. Reason twelve.
          
          I like the kind of person you are.

Yes. Being a single father of  3 is hard. Sometimes all I want is some good booze, wild sex and... 
          
          Fvck, one of my kids lost his keys! 
          
          Anyways... I was saying... I do love these little nuggets. Even though I do sometimes wish they ended up as an oral...

Finally home! After nine shifts of 24 hours.
          
          And I come home to learn what? That one of my kids got into a fight at school (she won, btw), one broke a finger by putting it between the door and a frame during physics lesson, and my eldest got wasted, broke into our neighbour's apartment and lost his phone.
          
          Fun, right?

February 11th. Reason eleven.
          
          You listen to me talking/yapping and don’t judge me for it, don’t make me feel like I annoy you (even when I think I am).

February 10th. Reason ten.
          
          You have a good heart. I appreciate the way you look after the people you love and admire how caring you are.❤️