As Oddie said in HER recent post, I am not typing this for publicity. Oddie reminded me to do this by posting her thread, and I thought my fellow Vizzed friends could help me out or take this well. Based on a true story...
Years ago, my father was diagnosed with Alzheimer's. (However you spell that) He kept forgetting things really quickly because that's what his disease did. There was no cure, and since he kept forgetting things, I thought he was retarded. When my mother was at work, he beat me up. Even did he do this to my little sister. I couldn't stand it. After his beatings, I would cry. I didn't know why he was acting like this. A few hours later he would apologize and I thought it was weird. Then a few years ago, my mother finally coughed up the truth about him. I asked her why she didn't tell me before. She aid I would be too young to understand. I still hated my dad for beating me up...but then...
One weekend, my mother had a work shift. I sat next to my sister to watch Popeye with her. Then my dad kept rushing at me. He then threw me on the leather couch and started choking me. He had a constipated face while doing so. I thought I would die...I was losing air. After that, I ran into the computer room, where I am sitting to call my mother. I told her the situation and that I could have called 9-11. She said that idea was folly. She came home from work right away to lecture my father about not doing so. How pitiable. She had to stay home instead of working.?
After this event, the beating continued. But that one day haunted me. I remembered it and I was crying myself to sleep. Then this year, while we were watching TV, my dad suddenly had chest pain. "I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die! Ohh Ohhh." The words that came out of his mouth. We called 9-11 to get paramedics. When they arrived, I was frightened as could be. When one of them was interviewing my mother, she was all worked up, crying. Dad had to go to the hospital...
We visited him at the hospital right when he got sent there. He kept getting out of his chair, thinking he was in a state penitentiary. He even took my snack! That was the longest day of my life...
So this is how liberty dies...my father used to be a good guy. He went to Harvard, he taught at a university. He was an anthropologist, and he worked for DC comics when he was young. He made his own comic series as well! He was the best father (other than Bob Saget) that you could ever have. He took my to restaurants, bought me video games, and stood up for me.?
It was now time that he had to go to a retirement home. He has to get a catheter EVERY day. My father has a prostate infection...my mother cries herself to sleep while I try to comfort her...
As Oddie said in HER recent post, I am not typing this for publicity. Oddie reminded me to do this by posting her thread, and I thought my fellow Vizzed friends could help me out or take this well. Based on a true story...
Years ago, my father was diagnosed with Alzheimer's. (However you spell that) He kept forgetting things really quickly because that's what his disease did. There was no cure, and since he kept forgetting things, I thought he was retarded. When my mother was at work, he beat me up. Even did he do this to my little sister. I couldn't stand it. After his beatings, I would cry. I didn't know why he was acting like this. A few hours later he would apologize and I thought it was weird. Then a few years ago, my mother finally coughed up the truth about him. I asked her why she didn't tell me before. She aid I would be too young to understand. I still hated my dad for beating me up...but then...
One weekend, my mother had a work shift. I sat next to my sister to watch Popeye with her. Then my dad kept rushing at me. He then threw me on the leather couch and started choking me. He had a constipated face while doing so. I thought I would die...I was losing air. After that, I ran into the computer room, where I am sitting to call my mother. I told her the situation and that I could have called 9-11. She said that idea was folly. She came home from work right away to lecture my father about not doing so. How pitiable. She had to stay home instead of working.?
After this event, the beating continued. But that one day haunted me. I remembered it and I was crying myself to sleep. Then this year, while we were watching TV, my dad suddenly had chest pain. "I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die! Ohh Ohhh." The words that came out of his mouth. We called 9-11 to get paramedics. When they arrived, I was frightened as could be. When one of them was interviewing my mother, she was all worked up, crying. Dad had to go to the hospital...
We visited him at the hospital right when he got sent there. He kept getting out of his chair, thinking he was in a state penitentiary. He even took my snack! That was the longest day of my life...
So this is how liberty dies...my father used to be a good guy. He went to Harvard, he taught at a university. He was an anthropologist, and he worked for DC comics when he was young. He made his own comic series as well! He was the best father (other than Bob Saget) that you could ever have. He took my to restaurants, bought me video games, and stood up for me.?
It was now time that he had to go to a retirement home. He has to get a catheter EVERY day. My father has a prostate infection...my mother cries herself to sleep while I try to comfort her...