i'm sick of the yelling.
i'm sick of hearing you scream at the top of your lungs when its only 8 a.m.
i'm sick of feeling the house shake as you storm throughout the rooms, screaming your head off.
i'm sick of hearing the occasional shattering glass when you've completely lost control and decide to throw a dish.
at least its not the tables and furniture anymore.
i'm sick of listening to it go on and on for hours cause you just don't know how to stop and calm down.
i'm sick of walking by you when you're like this and actually cringing because I fear this will be the time where you flip out completely and start hitting us again instead of yelling.
you need help, dad.
or you're going to give yourself a heart attack.