Why can’t I just behave?

Dad

Yes, it’s my fault again!
Howard did the drugs; Howard put himself in the hospital!
But it’s my fault!
Gail calls me and I tell her she should tell the truth. My dad has mild dementia! He’s not stupid! If you lie, he will find out sooner or later.
I will not lie to him! So, I say nothing to him about where mom has gone!
My mom comes home and confirms Gail’s report.
“Mom you shouldn’t lie.” I tell her.
“If you lie, mark my words, somehow it will be your fault!”
“I’ll give you to next week then I am going to tell dad the truth about Howard OD'ing on heroin.”
I didn’t need to. Gail called dad and spilled the whole story the next morning! “Well, it wasn’t the first time” Dad said he knew of another O.D. too!
Then they came down on Gail like a “ton” of bricks!
Well of course!
She should have lied!
He was a Boy Scout leader!
They want nothing to do with her!
After all she did the right thing!
But she knows too many secrets…too many skeletons from their closet!
They have to use kid gloves on her!
SO.....
It’s Tim’s Fault! He told her to tell the truth! That FUCKING TROUBLE MAKER!
Yes, it’s my fault again!
Or maybe it’s just because my Boy Scout leader tried to molest me and I don’t like them anymore.
He did molest three others, but he only pulled my pants off on a camp-out and tried to French kiss me while I slept at least that’s all I will remember.  Good old troop 86 or was it 77 at the time?
Sometimes I’m glad I don’t let myself remember everything.

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