I just need to rant for a little bit
I can’t put it under a read more so please bear with me, but this last week has been the roughest week I’ve had in a very long time. TW for alcoholism (and mentions of killing? I don’t know how to word it) On Monday, while I was working overtime, my mother asks me to call her because it is urgent. It couldn’t wait until after work, cuz it would be “too late”. So I call, only to find out she’s drunk and having a literal mental breakdown. She tells me she has a big knife that she’s ready to kill my dad with because he was being “aggressive” as she supposedly took and hid his alcohol from him. He was drunk as well. They argue while I’m on the phone. She tells me I need to hear him. She’s losing it. Then he leaves and I still can’t get a single word in to her. When I can, I tell her she needs to call the cops if she feels threatened. She says “they won’t do anything” (because the last time she called the cops on him, it was to get him out of the house and they told her that she needs to write an eviction notice). So she turns to me. She says she’s ready to kill if need be. So I’m panicking and trying to work at the same time cuz I can’t neglect that either. And when I finally get to speak again, I apologized cuz I was working at the same time but I was trying to listen to them too. She took that as I didn’t care and hung up. I tell my sister and she calls my mom. My boyfriend calls the police on my mom cuz 1. She’s unstable and 2. I’m a bawling mess and couldn’t talk. My sister distracts her while the cops are on their way and they take her to a local hospital for a psych evaluation. I know those usually take as long as a day or 2 so I expected her to be there for a while. She calls me, a half hour later, from the hospital asking me to pick her up. I refuse because I can’t see when I drive at night and it makes me anxious, and I was scared to be around her. She says “don’t care, I’ll just walk”. She walks home and then blows up my phone about how I don’t care that my dad will kill her and that me and my siblings need to fuck off, don’t talk to her until she figures these things out. Basically wrote all of us off because I, who normally helps out my parents when I can even though I shouldn’t, was legitimately terrified and didn’t even want to speak to her. I ignored all her texts and phone calls. She never apologized. She texted me later this week about insurance cards in the mail and then that was it. And then at 4am she sends a mass text to me and my siblings about how she’s cutting him off from using all of her money. I want to tell her how I feel about what happened but I can’t. I don’t know how to tell her. I keep writing stuff out and deleting and rinse and repeat. It’s really rough. The worst part was that I thought about something like this happening not too long ago but didn’t think my parents were like that. And then it happened and now I don’t know how to feel about it. I’ll probably delete this later but if you read this, thank you. And I’m sorry. It’s a lot of stuff that should be personal and I have a good support group around me but it’s hard. My mom was so close to killing my dad. If we didn’t do something, I think it would have happened. It’s not fair, and I wish I wasn’t stuck in the middle of it.
