And psychedelics.
and pizza
So Friday my grandpa, who as some may remember is more of a father and best friend to me, went to the hospital because he was urinating blood. Turns out he has early urethral cancer. They removed the tumor, and they are 99% sure they got it all since it hadn't spread to any tissue. Hoping he gets the all clear at his appointment in a couple weeks. That shit is scary. He's invincible in my mind, and he looked a little afraid for the first time. I did some research and if it went as well as we were told the survival rate is about 90%, which really eased our minds.
Then, I talked to my sister for the first time in 3 years. She said she was able to see my son a couple years ago. I asked if he was being raised alright and she told me he was 4 and still in diapers, barely talking, and that piece of shit mom of his just let's him do as he wants. I'm so mad I can't describe it. There's nothing I can do to see him yet, seeing as she still has a restraining order on me. Because shes a drunken drugged up psychopath. Then when people saw her hitting me she got all embarrassed or whatever and got a fucking restraining order, took my child and all of my belongings then lost our house, quit her job, and apparently doesn't raise the boy. I'm hurt.

So Friday my grandpa, who as some may remember is more of a father and best friend to me, went to the hospital because he was urinating blood. Turns out he has early urethral cancer. They removed the tumor, and they are 99% sure they got it all since it hadn't spread to any tissue. Hoping he gets the all clear at his appointment in a couple weeks. That shit is scary. He's invincible in my mind, and he looked a little afraid for the first time. I did some research and if it went as well as we were told the survival rate is about 90%, which really eased our minds.
Then, I talked to my sister for the first time in 3 years. She said she was able to see my son a couple years ago. I asked if he was being raised alright and she told me he was 4 and still in diapers, barely talking, and that piece of shit mom of his just let's him do as he wants. I'm so mad I can't describe it. There's nothing I can do to see him yet, seeing as she still has a restraining order on me. Because shes a drunken drugged up psychopath. Then when people saw her hitting me she got all embarrassed or whatever and got a fucking restraining order, took my child and all of my belongings then lost our house, quit her job, and apparently doesn't raise the boy. I'm hurt.
Your dad looks like one of those healthy OG's that would pound a few beers and then go chop wood.

Sorry to hear the bad news, waif. Thats a slippery slope, sexism at its most brutal. You'd need a lot of proof she's not a fit mother and a restraining order kinda fucks your ability to do so. The day will come.
Glad to hear the good news though, rooting for your gramps.
I don't know what can be done right now. That's what makes it so hard. I was a good fucking dad. He was speaking whole sentences at 18 months and I spent every second I had with him. I think she hated me for that, sadly.