Okay, so my dad is a drug addict and has never been in mine or my brother's life. He lives three hours away from us,where we were born. My mom left him because he is addicted to any sort of high and he never worked.
Well, he went from being homeless, living with my aunt (who's kicked him out because of drugs), selling drugs for some guy in a park, he has been jumped by gang members over drugs to the point where he has had a gun pulled on him. He's also had his face kicked in by these people. His drug of choice is herion. He's told me about all this shit and how his veins have collapsed, he's had nasty absesses, he has hep b and c I believe. Then some old man saw him digging for cans and approached him and tells him "You look like you could use a break." He gave my dad his number so my dad could maybe get something to eat and take a shower. I guess a couple days later he takes the man(His name is Richard, I believe) up on his offer. They work something out to where my dad is some type of live in caregiver for Richard. My dad lives with this man for a while taking care of him. Well the man dies, my dad has no where else to go. He asked the church that Richard was apart of, to help him pay the bill so he could stay in Richard's house. Well I guess that didn't work out because he calls me (8 months pregnant at the time) and asks me for $200 so he could move in with his neighbor. He said he needed it because the guy wants a down payment or whatever. I wasn't working and only had money that was in savings which was less than $500. Plus, Steven just got laid off at the time. I told him no because we still needed things for the baby. He then decides to bitch me out telling me I'm his daughter, I should help him out, then hangs up.
I don't talk to him for about four months and by then Hunter is three months old. It was Christmas time and we went to visit family in Modesto(where he lives/where I was born). I had to look around for him finally got ahold of him through my aunt. I wanted him to meet his grandson at least once so that later on down the road, I can tell my son he has met him because I doubt he'll be there for us. We went to my aunt's house and he held the baby for a couple minutes. I took him because he was fussy and hungry so I fed him. I saw that he had a cell phone. In my head I couldn't help but think "Why the fuck didn't you call?" He knew I was pregnant he knew I obviously must have had the baby by now WTF.
Didn't hear from him for a few months and he calls me out of the blue. He was crying and I asked him what was wrong. He told me that Liz (my aunt) kicked him out. I asked him why and he responded, because he was trying to get off methadone and he was all sick and sweaty she told him he stunk so he had to leave. He left and lived out of his van with his dog for a few weeks. His tags expired so it got towed. He refuses to go to a homeless shelter because he doesn't want to get rid of the damn dog, so he was stuck living under a bridge. He said he found his cousin and he's letting my dad stay with him. He says, " I know this didn't go over well last time but, can I borrow some money to give to Jay (his cousin) and so I can get some groceries?" I tell him, "Dad, I would but I'm not working. Steven takes care of everything money wise and I can't ask him for that." Steven was right next to me and he told me he wasn't giving him shit, he only calls me for money. I wouldn't ask him for that anyway. He then tells me "I've asked everyone. I'm clean and I can't even get $20 for groceries. I don't deserve this Cill. I told myself if I were ever to be homeless again, I would end it." Me- "Dad, you have a grandson and two kids to live for. Everyone has hard times but you'll get through it." Him- "Yeah, okay. I have to go, I have to figure out what's gunna happen." Then I say, "Are you gunna call me?" He tells me he doesn't know what tomorrow's gunna bring. I just tell him to keep his head up and call me when he can.
What an asshole. He hasn't done shit for my brother and I since we were little. My mom never went after him for child support because she didn't want him thrown in jail. Every time he calls me he's asking for money. Not to see how his grandson is doing, not to see how his kids are doing, MONEY. How low can you get? Asking you're nineteen year old daughter for money when she has a five month old son to take care of. WTF. I guess drugs really do change people. A part of me thinks he deserves to die alone because of everything we've gone through. But a part of me just can't let him go.
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