Going Through Hell.
After dads passing and going back to school and listening to kids talk and say things like:
"Hey, did you know Hayley's dad overdosed on Methadone and Xanax? He got what was coming to him I heard he was a woman beater and beat on her mom all the time."
Hearing them say these words floored me no one knew my dad like I did they just knew what they were told by hear say and went by 'He said, She Said' drama they never knew what I saw on a daily basis and quite frankly what went on behind closed doors wasn't any of their busniess. My, Mother, Father and I became a topic of what trashy people like to post on a website called Topix. If you've never been on this site don't it's clearly what I like to call 'TRASH'. They didn't know that my father was severely depressed, had heart problems, and had to be put on Anti-Deppressant Medication because he was so severely depressed he felt he had nowhere to turn or anyone to turn to he basically shut himself out from the outside world and masked his pain with a slight smile, they didn't know that no matter his mistakes to me he was the best dad in the world. Drug use continued to get worse and social services continued ripping my brother and I out of our home and the cops and social workers watched without saying a word as my brother and I would scream for our mother and we'd have to go stay with my dads parents, they'd go to court my mother would get us back and people who were dumb would keep calling in and reporting false information that we were in danger blah blah blah, we'd get took again it was a never ending cycle until finally my grandparents got Permanent Custody of my brother & I. Even though we love our grandparents very much it tore us both apart because we loved our mother we just hated her drug habit.
"Hey, did you know Hayley's dad overdosed on Methadone and Xanax? He got what was coming to him I heard he was a woman beater and beat on her mom all the time."
Hearing them say these words floored me no one knew my dad like I did they just knew what they were told by hear say and went by 'He said, She Said' drama they never knew what I saw on a daily basis and quite frankly what went on behind closed doors wasn't any of their busniess. My, Mother, Father and I became a topic of what trashy people like to post on a website called Topix. If you've never been on this site don't it's clearly what I like to call 'TRASH'. They didn't know that my father was severely depressed, had heart problems, and had to be put on Anti-Deppressant Medication because he was so severely depressed he felt he had nowhere to turn or anyone to turn to he basically shut himself out from the outside world and masked his pain with a slight smile, they didn't know that no matter his mistakes to me he was the best dad in the world. Drug use continued to get worse and social services continued ripping my brother and I out of our home and the cops and social workers watched without saying a word as my brother and I would scream for our mother and we'd have to go stay with my dads parents, they'd go to court my mother would get us back and people who were dumb would keep calling in and reporting false information that we were in danger blah blah blah, we'd get took again it was a never ending cycle until finally my grandparents got Permanent Custody of my brother & I. Even though we love our grandparents very much it tore us both apart because we loved our mother we just hated her drug habit.