Other shoe is gonna drop

I've distanced myself from my family back home many years ago. I love them, I care about them. I can't get tangled up in their chaotic, descructive, angry lives. When I do it drains me. I want to help, I want to fix things. I wish they would just STOP DRINKING and DOING DRUGS and living in DENIAL. I love my parents. I love my sister. But they make me tear my hair out.

My sis has been calling me to complain about Dad and the business he owns and she runs. It always ends in such anger- yelling, disrespect, crying, deliberately hurting each other. So my sis walks out on my Dad. The business is closed. Dad is losing $1000 this week. Money he doesn't have. He's about to lose his home. He has a X-girlfriend living in the apartment above him that won't leave, won't pay bills. She has 2 daughter and one is pregnant so Dad doesn't want to throw her out. So he's getting stuck with her bills too because they are in his name.

I'm afraid he's going to die. I hear his voice and I know he's been taking painkillers and drinking. I'm scared. I'm sad. I'm angry.

I want to kick my sister in the ass. He's going to give her the business is 3 years. She's going to have to work those 3 years paying her dues- for not a ton of money. But when it's said and done Dad said she'll make about 100k a year. And she hates him. She bitches at him non-stop.

I wish somebody handed me an opportunity like that. "Here's a personal training studio- you have to run it (but you can pick up extra work on the side) for less than you're used to making, but after 3 years it's yours. Everything"

Why would you throw that chance away? Because she never, ever had to freaking pay her dues. She's been handed everything. Now she's going to make him lose everything.

I am so grateful I left. I can't imagine what I would be like. I'm dreading the next phone call- the one where Dad's on the street and my sister is just fiddling away while Rome burns.