Most people think my parents are pretty cool. They think my mom's chill, and my dad's pretty funny. And whenever people tell me such positive things about my parents, I always end up saying "Well, you don't know them as much as I do."
Tonight, proved my point correct.
This is something I should not even think of posting, at all whatsoever, because it's a family issue, and it's not actually proven to be correct, what I'm assuming. But, this is just taking full capacity of my mind, and I needed to say something to someone because I can't help but feel... scared.
It had to have been 12:00am, when I hear my mom and dad screaming, and my mom is bawling her eyes out. I walk in to see what's wrong, and I'm bombarded with my own parents, yelling at me their sides of the story simultaneously, like 3rd graders. My mom was on the brink of sending my dad right out the door, because she accused him of something he didn't do; told him he stole something from her that he did not steal. He swore on my life he didn't do what she accused him of, but she kept on and on telling him to leave, and telling him to stop lying to her. She even said she was going to go to urgent care and tell them that he stole the pills from her, because she was going insane. And it was soon enough there were about 6 empty little bottles scattered around in her nightstand drawer. I have never, ever seen my mom act this way.
It's a horrible thing to hear your mom cry. Really, it makes you feel like someone you strongly look up to has a weak spot, and you almost can't handle watching that, because you reflect it upon your own actions. But it's an even more horrible thing, to assume that after all the facts, and all of the proof, your mom could possibly be addicted to something that could kill her.