Last night was terrible. My mom was missing, no one could find her, and she had my uncle's car. So we were all freaking out. I called him spazzing out and he called my family and spoke to them all and told them how great he's doing, I guess to calm their nerves about me going up to be with him soon.
Anyway, so my mom finally showed up at my uncle's piss drunk at 11 last night. He dragged her out of the car, called Jack to come get her and we thought everything was ok. I called my gram this morning and she told me that Jack had beaten her and that they had to go and get her from the ER last night at midnight. WTF. So she initially told me that the police hauled his ass off to jail last night but actually they went out to his house today and he turned himself in. So he's in jail at least until tomorrow afternoon. I hope he gets raped and brutally beaten.
I can't help but feel like all of this shit is my fault because I'm moving again but I have to grow up and do things just like everyone else. I have to learn to be independent and I want to be with the one that I love and he is not here.
I know that everything will be okay but I still feel like the root of everything is that I am the center of their world (that's not trying to be bratty).
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