7 days after my last post (which would make it September 8th), at 9:30 in the morning, my dad attacked first my mother and then myself with a 2 foot long socket wrench, hitting us both twice over the head. Through a scuffle that resulted in two broken cell phones, a lot of screaming and more details that I will bore you with, I managed to get the wrench from him, get my mom and I out of the house, and then call 9-1-1 to get us to a hospital. Mom needed 15 stitches and a night of observation, I got released with 7 and got to go back to the house of horror with my aunt, who drove up from Toronto to be with us.
He was arrested and taken to a mental hospital for observation for 6 weeks, and now he's serving a 9 month sentence for two counts of assault causing bodily harm, a lesser sentence than the police at the scene wanted, but in Canada if you've got a clean criminal record, you get a wrist slap for bludgeoning your family. Go figure. He'll be out end of June. So that's about 9 months total. Anyway, turns out he did it because he had not only BANKRUPTED us, but had wracked up almost 1 million in debt including a second mortgage against the house.
So for the last 6 months, my mom and I have tried to keep shit together while the bank breathed down our necks and we struggled to try and find the money to even just live day to day paying bills, buying food and gas. Dealing with constant car problems. We survived the winter, to all of our surprise. We may finally have an offer on our house, which would be a godsend.
It's been stressful. I had to take a year off of school and find work up here. It sucks.
We're doing ok though. I mean, it's terrible, and I still have nightmares, but we're surviving. I'M surviving. Despite all of my beliefs that I wouldn't, or that maybe it would have been better if I hadn't, I'm surviving.
And so here I am. I return. Triumphant, alive, if not a little damaged.
Ha ha.
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