Connie had been more distant from my dad than me in the past few years. As in she talked to him 3-4x/year and I talked to him 5-6x/year. As in I live in Davis and don't see him, but they both lived in southern California and didn't see each other.

Now she's the one who has him living in her home disrupting her life. She even texted me today about how she's thinking of letting my dad drive her car while she's at work so he can do feng shui and keep busy (my dad's car-less at the moment). Now she's planning on forcing him into alcohol withdrawal this week.

Not only is it medically scary and she's responsible for taking him to the ED when it's time, he's going to throw a fucking grown-up fit when he finds out that we're cutting him off cold turkey. He is nowhere near ready to face his alcoholism head on. He said he wanted to cut back and we wanted to believe him. But he's lied too many times already in his short week with Connie, and tonight Connie found like a dozen cans of beer hidden in different parts of her apartment. He doesn't even recognize himself as an alcoholic.

He said he wanted to cut back and that his health will suffer because of alcohol...but he never thought of himself as an alcoholic? He asked me tonight if he's an alcoholic. I told him, "yes, you've been alcoholic for 10+ years."

He said what we wanted to hear. He's good at that. That's why the fuck my mom is still putting up with his shit 37 years later.

An ED visit and hospitalization is our last hope to slap him in the face to wake up. If this does not wake him up...then I'm worried we'll have to let him live alone. No one wants to or should put up with his ass. He is not worthy of the company of anyone in his family. I meant what I said last night: I want him to be the grandfather to my children if he's sober.