Fucking drunken idiot.

I was gone last night.
To a friends house.
And when I called mom this morning to check in.
Low and behold.
He has a black eye.
Because he got drunk last night.
And got into a fight.
And got kicked in the face four times.
It is almost swollen shut.
And a very violent dark shade of purple.
But of course he didn't learn his lesson.
I stayed out as late as I could tonight.
When I came home he was drunk off his ass yet again.
So drunk that around 10:30 when he tried to walk up the steps.
He fell backwards and cracked his head on a rock.
Gashing his ear open.
He bled everywhere.
Mom took him to the hospital.
He got 6 stitches.
Oh,
and i'm still irritated about his daughter.
The house broke into a rubber band snapping war.
It started with her and his brother.
Then his brothers girlfriend joined in.
Then the small children.
Then I decided to join the fun.
About 20 minutes passed with screaming,
running,
snapping,
laughing and yelling.
I ended up getting ganged up on but all the little ones and his daughter.
his brother and brothers girlfriend had stopped.
Attempting to get away I snapped his daughter on the shoulder.
It hurt so she got angry and slapped me.
It made me so effing mad.
I was right in front of our bedroom door.
Everyone stopped the moment she slapped me.
I just sai 'i'm done' and walked into our room.
UGH!
Frustration.
Oh,
he is passed out in the middle of the living room floor right now.
2 o clock in the fucking morning and he is just sprawled where he landed when he got back from the hospital.
Just watch.
I bet he is going to get drunk again tomorrow.
I'm glad I'll be gone next weekend.
I've decided I'm taking my cell with me to camp even if it has shitty service.
To many people come to me when they need someone for me not to.
Besides,
it works like a digital camera for me.
There has been good all weekend.
I had a huge amount of fun with my friend.
We went to the fair,
that was awsome.
Except I saw that now ex-friend of mine.
It was fine until she scoffed at me for hugging my friend as we walked past her.
But that is a long story.
I might explain all that in my next post.
This one is for venting my frustration with the drunken boyfriend.