The Weekend...Drama

Nabal...Nabal this weekend severed any last grain of respect his children had for him. At this time Nabal isn't speaking to either of them...

I'm quite sure he has conspired in his mind to lay all the blame on then.

Saturday:
It seems Nabal started his drinking around 9 in the morning, by 9 that night- enter his and my son and daughter. They were not alone, but were with friends. Some, have known Nabal since they were children, some were new friends. They all got a taste of drunken, foul racist language...

Nabal was drinking with Mike (the poor guy in the drug and alcohol rehab house across the street.), and Pablo and his brother. Nabal got in his 'fight' mood. He got in some sort of argument with Mike. Nabal hit him and knocked him down.

I forgot to mention they were drinking in the kitchen. Also this was the first good weather we've had in ages...and he wasn't working, but drinking the day away.

Our boy had already broken up other arguments and took Nabal to his room trying to get him to go to bed. Nabal returned each time.

Somewhere in all this the large container of oil, from Nabal's botched restaurant fiasco, was spoiling on the floor. The new ceramic floor. Nabal was an oily mess.

Nabal finally crawled back to the kitchen...too drunk to walk. Shortly after, argued with Pablo's brother and tried to choke him. Yes, choke him... Our boy once again came in and hauled Nabal off the man. They both went down in the blasted oil. There now being over an inch of it on the floor.

Nabal then tried to fight his son... Our boy got himself free and left the crazy scene. Nabal evidently spent quite a lot of time struggling to stand. Enter our girl- she spent some time chastising her father for his outrages behavior. Nabal's reply? "Your brother started it and made this mess." Our girl wasn't having it. She'd just heard her father say nasty, foul, and racist things to young people who had grown up looking up to her father. All of these kids were trying to help him. Help him not make an ass of himself. My girl berated him to embarrassment. I told her not to be taken in...don't let him make himself you're responsibility.

Nabal struggled to get off the floor, all the while saying he wanted to fight. He was in the fighting mood... Some one or two of the young people helped him up onto one of the kitchen stools. The kitchen stool which he later slid off of and onto the stove. Our girl saw him about to set himself on fire...by accident. Nabal, covered in oil from head to toe had inadvertently turned a burner on as he hung on the stove...passed out. He got back on the stool still refusing sleep and wanting a fight.

Later they came in to find Nabal passed out, stretched out in the middle of the kitchen floor. He wasn't breathing... Our boy nudged him and he inhaled sharply and took a breath. They all think he fell of the stool, hit his head on his newly laid tile floor- and knocked himself out. The young men carried him to his bed.

Next morning Nabal heard footsteps and in a pitiful voice called our boy. It was poor girl. Nabal wanted 3 oranges and water. She brought them. He didn't even have strength to lift the oranges... He hasn't spoken to them since.

Well...maybe his not talking to them has more to do with Mary. Nabal behaved so very badly that the kids got hold of his phone and decided to have a little conversation with her. Needless to say...it wasn't pretty. He was immediately unfriended by her on FB.

The next morning, once he got himself together...he was seen leaving her neighborhood... I'm sure his bank account will patch things up for her and between them. The kids took a picture of Nabal stretched out on the floor. I had to ask if he was still alive... My girl thought honestly that he had had alcohol poisoning.

Yeah, it's all got to end soon.