My old man’s a drunk, a real piece of work. Growing up, we were starving half the time, living in constant dread because of his sorry ass. Now he’s down for the count—stroke got him good. Docs gave me the ultimatum: either I take this broken bastard in, or he rots away in some godforsaken care home. My sister’s washed her hands of the whole mess, couldn’t give less of a damn. I can’t shake the memories of his rage, the way he’d lay into Mom, fists flying. Yet, deep down, there’s this nagging fucking feeling—he’s still my father, for better or worse. I’m torn to shreds over what to do.
Care for him? ?
Screw that? ?
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