I can't take more of him barading me. And purpopsly trying to trick me to see if my p t s t is real or not. He'll say this stuff straight into my face whenever he's drinking. Sometimes i wonder if he's hit his head or had a fucking stroke, because i almost can't believe it's the same person. My breaking point was yesterday, when i borrowed my little brother's eye pad and saw he'd searche for some really bad things relating to the shooting. I practically begged my mam to give my dad an ultimatum to get professional helper, move out. She's really timid and hates confrontation, so all she said
We're back! Live from Los Angeles, Tim weighs in on Simone Biles, the makings of a great athlete, and an uplifting story between a father and son at Parkland.