Well it looks like I screwed shit up again. Well I wouldn't say that I did but of course in my families eyes I did. I swear, I hate always feeling like the black sheep of the family...and I bet if it was any of my other cousins it wouldn't have been that big of a deal at all.
What happened was I was watching the kids over my aunts house while she is in Las Vegas but I needed to cop tonight because I was sick all afternoon and couldn't even take care of the kids. I was lucky chuck got me well last night otherwise I would have been even worse. So what I did was ask Devin if he could watch his younger brother while I went to check on what was wrong with my car (it won't go in reverse). I felt ok leaving them for about an hour because Devin told me that he watched and took care of his brother all day yesterday. I couldn't take my car so I took my uncles truck which I will admit that wasn't smart but I drove safely and made sure my insurance was still active so it wasn't like I was doing this blindly. I made sure everything was ok and safe.
Once I got downtown and parked my grandpa called and bitched at me to get my ass home with the kids. I had to get my shit first though, I wasn't going to be sick. After scoring I didn't waste any time driving back to my aunts.
Upon arriving I saw my moms car was in the driveway so I knew this was bad news. When I got inside my mother was mad with me and kept asking where I went. I told her that I went to a place to ask about by car and to my friends to pick up some clothes (which he really did have some for me, but I really picked them up the night before). She kept going on about how mad everyone was, I still didn't get why though. If you look at the big picture nothing bad happened. Then my mom did something I never saw her doing. Mother accused me of being high. I told her I wasn't which was the truth but she said my eyes were red and if they really were then I have no idea why they were.
I then got the answer to my question about why my mom was accusing me of being high after she called my grandpa. While she was talking to him I heard her say "no dad he wasn't high" meaning my own grandpa was telling my mom I was out getting high. I bet this was all over the needles in the basement he found. Then to top it off my mom said it was ok for me to stay there with the kids but my grandpa insisted they stay with him or my mom tonight.
It just really pissed off no one in this family trusts me when I am a good person. I might have an addiction, but I have never let it hurt any of my family directly. It's like only my mom can see the good intentions I really have.
What happened was I was watching the kids over my aunts house while she is in Las Vegas but I needed to cop tonight because I was sick all afternoon and couldn't even take care of the kids. I was lucky chuck got me well last night otherwise I would have been even worse. So what I did was ask Devin if he could watch his younger brother while I went to check on what was wrong with my car (it won't go in reverse). I felt ok leaving them for about an hour because Devin told me that he watched and took care of his brother all day yesterday. I couldn't take my car so I took my uncles truck which I will admit that wasn't smart but I drove safely and made sure my insurance was still active so it wasn't like I was doing this blindly. I made sure everything was ok and safe.
Once I got downtown and parked my grandpa called and bitched at me to get my ass home with the kids. I had to get my shit first though, I wasn't going to be sick. After scoring I didn't waste any time driving back to my aunts.
Upon arriving I saw my moms car was in the driveway so I knew this was bad news. When I got inside my mother was mad with me and kept asking where I went. I told her that I went to a place to ask about by car and to my friends to pick up some clothes (which he really did have some for me, but I really picked them up the night before). She kept going on about how mad everyone was, I still didn't get why though. If you look at the big picture nothing bad happened. Then my mom did something I never saw her doing. Mother accused me of being high. I told her I wasn't which was the truth but she said my eyes were red and if they really were then I have no idea why they were.
I then got the answer to my question about why my mom was accusing me of being high after she called my grandpa. While she was talking to him I heard her say "no dad he wasn't high" meaning my own grandpa was telling my mom I was out getting high. I bet this was all over the needles in the basement he found. Then to top it off my mom said it was ok for me to stay there with the kids but my grandpa insisted they stay with him or my mom tonight.
It just really pissed off no one in this family trusts me when I am a good person. I might have an addiction, but I have never let it hurt any of my family directly. It's like only my mom can see the good intentions I really have.