Monday, October 27, 2009

I have just arrived home from the Behavioral Health Clinic. I was up there for two weeks and a day. 15 days. My worst possible fears came true. Joyce was drunk and trying to control every aspect of my return. I am terribly disappointed in her. I understand though. it's her coping mechanism. It's how she deals with stress after it builds up. It makes perfect sense. I still hate it. It makes me feel sorry for Dad. I know he is bothered by it too and appears really irritated and uncomfortable. He isn't sure what to do about his fragile son and drunk wife. I wonder what Joyce is running from.