First off, if you do not want to hear me complain about my life you should just stop reading now. Recently my father was evicted from the house that he lived in which is also the house I was raised in during my teenage years. Id say it all boils down to drug and alcohol abuse. 8 years ago he owned his own construction business and was very close to becoming a millionaire. He was making more money than he knew what to do with, he had new trucks, a new motorcycle, and was building his dream home. He went out and partied all night at bars and I assume he was an alcoholic. He started doing meth until one day he basically gave out due to exhaustion and whatever else goes along with drug abuse. He had a week or so stay in the hospital. He sort of floundered around for a few years managing to scrape up enough cash to pay his bills, keep his house, his motorcycle, and his drug and alcohol habit going. Hes company was falling apart and he was losing the good reputation he built up. He didn't steal or anything, he just stopped being reliable. When he was evicted I paid $600 to keep his motorcycle from getting repossessed because I was afraid he would give up on life if he lost it. He moved into my house and slept on the couch. He was loud as fuck and didn't respect the fact that I need to be at work by 7:30 every morning. Recently his friend was involved in a crime which resulted in his friend getting his apartment raided and his friend going on the run. I told my dad to stay away from this guy until he gets his shit settled with the law because I didn't want my dad to be charged with helping him stay on the run. The crime was a very serious one so this was not a joke to me. Today I come home and my girl has 4 plates of salad waiting on the counter. Since there is only 3 of us in the house I asked her whats up. She said that my dad was having his friend over for dinner. She has no idea about the crime because I didn't want to trouble her with the daily bs I put up with in dealing with my father. I call my dad and ask him if his friend has been to court yet. He says no and gives some bs blah blah. I tell him to use his best judgement as far as whether or not he really wants to involve himself, my girl, and I in this situation. He tells me about how terrible I am and that he is coming and getting all of his shit to move out. When he gets to my house he flips out and goes off about how terrible I am. He says I walk around like a king, Im mean to him, I treat him like crap. What offended me the most is that he said I was greedy. In the last year I have given him 3+ ounces of weed, $600, a place to stay, food, and a computer. I dont know what the hell he is talking about. Now I am all fucked up in the head over this and tomorrow is a big day for me at work. Tomorrow is going to decide whether or not Im going to progress up the food chain or be the companies bitch for another year. My dad is moving his shit out as I type this and he is doing it purposefully loud just to make a point that Im an asshole. I still love him because he is my dad. He was a really good dad for the first 15 years of my life. Its the drugs and alcohol that his fucked him up. The same has happened to my uncle. He has a Ph.D. in nuclear physics and architecture but he spends 80% of the day drunk and sulking. Im terrified that this is how I will end up. The men in my family all go nuts when they get older. If I didn't have my girl, my friends, and most importantly an amazing mom I don't know what I would do. End of rant.