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school starts tomorrow. we were all chillin' at home and relaxing, nice mellow night when my phone starts to blow up with bob's ringtone. i finally get to look and it's my brother texting that dad's in trouble. i'll give you three guesses what happened, though you all probably already know if you've followed my life at all.
frankie attacked him. again. came up behind him while he was reading with two cans of air freshener and sprayed him in the face. dad panics and grabs his cane/staff to swat at whoever just attacked him, cracked him right in the nose. blood everywhere. dad gets up to get away and frankie dives on him and proceeds to kick the living shit out of him. again. stephanie calls the cops. again. she makes up this huge convoluted story saying frankie was across the room and dad went after him unprovoked. the responding sheriff was the same one from last year and already knows what's up. he separates the three of them to get written statements except oh, 13 year old frankie can't write. he won't give a recorded statement either so the cop has to pen and ink questions with a witness. dad puts out the SOS to bob that he needs him get down there. that's where i come in.
phone's ringing like crazy with bob's ringtone but i'm in the crapper. i check the text and it just says "dad's in trouble." we had to go get him from the sheriff's station because the sheriff didn't want to leave him there because he was certain he'd be in a "very real danger" of being harmed. sheriff wants to talk to us face to face this time. we get down there and my poor old pop is sitting outside the reception window under a giant buck head, lol. he lit up to see the three of us walking up. i go up to the reception window and the cop comes out (getting a kick out of my dad and myself having canes, lol).
cop flat out says he does not want dad going back there and wanted to make sure he had somewhere to go. bob and i both offered our places until we can figure out what to do. he told us that dad and frankie's accounts of the story were pretty much exact, stephanie's was sooooo fucking outlandish. apparently it involved my dad chasing after frankie. now, if you've ever met my dad that's just flat out hilarious. he's got crippling MS, dude can't even really walk. he's supposed to be in a wheelchair but he's still refusing it. the cop said that he's getting child services involved because he thinks frankie needs serious help if he's going to have even a fighting chance at having a normal life. i made a norman bates comment, cop tried very hard not to LOL but i did get a red faced chuckle, heh.
soooo, bob and dad drove back to bob's. the cop made sure dad was able to actually pack something this time, and said to contact him if he needs anything else from the house because he does not want him going back alone and said he will personally escort him.
dad's ready to divorce. FINALLY. bob's hooking him up with the lawyer that takes care of his shit all the time. he already put a bunch of things in our names so she can't get them. took her totally out of the will after she canceled thanksgiving.
so yeah, i'm supposed to sleep after all of this shit. good thing i have adderall. my incision on my back is infected too so i can't comfortably lay in any position. fucking yay.
at least my dad will be here for my birthday this year :)
i hope to god dad goes through with it this time. i'm sick of having to watch him get beat down over and over again.
frankie attacked him. again. came up behind him while he was reading with two cans of air freshener and sprayed him in the face. dad panics and grabs his cane/staff to swat at whoever just attacked him, cracked him right in the nose. blood everywhere. dad gets up to get away and frankie dives on him and proceeds to kick the living shit out of him. again. stephanie calls the cops. again. she makes up this huge convoluted story saying frankie was across the room and dad went after him unprovoked. the responding sheriff was the same one from last year and already knows what's up. he separates the three of them to get written statements except oh, 13 year old frankie can't write. he won't give a recorded statement either so the cop has to pen and ink questions with a witness. dad puts out the SOS to bob that he needs him get down there. that's where i come in.
phone's ringing like crazy with bob's ringtone but i'm in the crapper. i check the text and it just says "dad's in trouble." we had to go get him from the sheriff's station because the sheriff didn't want to leave him there because he was certain he'd be in a "very real danger" of being harmed. sheriff wants to talk to us face to face this time. we get down there and my poor old pop is sitting outside the reception window under a giant buck head, lol. he lit up to see the three of us walking up. i go up to the reception window and the cop comes out (getting a kick out of my dad and myself having canes, lol).
cop flat out says he does not want dad going back there and wanted to make sure he had somewhere to go. bob and i both offered our places until we can figure out what to do. he told us that dad and frankie's accounts of the story were pretty much exact, stephanie's was sooooo fucking outlandish. apparently it involved my dad chasing after frankie. now, if you've ever met my dad that's just flat out hilarious. he's got crippling MS, dude can't even really walk. he's supposed to be in a wheelchair but he's still refusing it. the cop said that he's getting child services involved because he thinks frankie needs serious help if he's going to have even a fighting chance at having a normal life. i made a norman bates comment, cop tried very hard not to LOL but i did get a red faced chuckle, heh.
soooo, bob and dad drove back to bob's. the cop made sure dad was able to actually pack something this time, and said to contact him if he needs anything else from the house because he does not want him going back alone and said he will personally escort him.
dad's ready to divorce. FINALLY. bob's hooking him up with the lawyer that takes care of his shit all the time. he already put a bunch of things in our names so she can't get them. took her totally out of the will after she canceled thanksgiving.
so yeah, i'm supposed to sleep after all of this shit. good thing i have adderall. my incision on my back is infected too so i can't comfortably lay in any position. fucking yay.
at least my dad will be here for my birthday this year :)
i hope to god dad goes through with it this time. i'm sick of having to watch him get beat down over and over again.
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was frankie's 'reasoning' behind the attack ever explained?
I'm so glad your dad is alright, and is moving forward with the divorce! After we talked about stuff on saturday I was feeling worried for him.. and then go figure. so very glad he's safe now and out of that rotten household.