Then things got bad, because I got up and resorting to poor coping mechanisms, decided to have a few more glasses of wine to numb the anxiety of the futileness of going to court in the morning. I got way too drunk and my mom found out when I went upstairs and she was still awake. I don't really remember much.

The next morning I went upstairs and Adam was reading on the sofa, and my dad was up there talking to him about history (they claim). We went to court shortly after. My dad assuring me that I would not be going to jail and if I did they'd "Have to take me, too." I had a tall glass of wine before I went, which was a stupid mistake.

I walk up when they called my name and he reads the short letter I sent in November about how I was unable to complete my community service and was unable to get to court (because Adam was still in school), hoping that they would reschedule it closer towards Christmass so I could ask them to let me do community service in Iowa, or let me pay off the ticket once I got a job (wishful, logical thinking, I know, stupid me). This dumb-ass fat pig of a judge glanced over it again and said something like "So you sent us this letter that says you didn't complete the community service and aren't going to do it." Which is completely NOT what it stated or even REMOTELY implicated. I didn't say anything after his remark because it would have been pointless to defend myself anyway. He then went on to mention how he "...Saw you buying beer the other day at Brunos". The 'other day' he mentioned, was over FIVE MONTHS AGO. I haven't been in Lake Geneva within four, almost five months!! Again, I knew it would be pointless to stand up against his arrogance.

Then he said something kinda vague and my dad out of NOWHERE goes "Your honor, my daughter has a drinking problem, we've been doing all we can to no avail. She needs rehab and I have been working with Tom Crawford (my old therapist) to try and see about getting her into this place in Oconomowalk (north of Milwaukee). I turned around to look at him with what I think must have been a stare of death, I sure did want him dead at that point. The judge asks me "Have you been drinking this morning?" I say "No", then they give me a breathlizer and blow a 0.14.

I go to detox and they discharge me Sunday morning. Adam picks me up with my stuff and we get the hell out of this trap set by my parents. I cannot believe they are so deceitful. I'm so sad they would lie me into thinking everything was going to be fine and Adam, my family and I would have a nice christmas. They wanted to force an "Intervention" (trap) and lock me away and make believe that they hold the magic key to making all the little problems they don't understand, just disappear.

What's even more remarable are the things Adam told me about my parents when we got back. He told me how they had it all planned out and said how my dad had this crazy glimmer in his eyes about how "God had given us this opportunity to get her to rehab" and how "God has softened her heart and allowed his love to drive her to seek help".

I knew they were Christian, but apparently they've fallen off into the deep end and are full-out crazy. They aren't my parents anymore, they're drones and it makes me almost want to cry. Not for my dad so much, I pretty much feel nothing but discontent with him, I'd be fine never talking or seeing him again. In fact, I'd be happy if he died tomorrow so I might get some insurance money. I feel sad for my mom. My dad (though I can't believe a word he says because he's a manipulative jackass) said she was crying after she found out I was drunk. When I try to talk to her, however, it's like she has sold her identity over to be a voice box for my dad and God. She's not my mother anymore either, and that's really fucking sad. Dumb Republicans. There's just nothing I can do to help them anymore.

When we got back here, my dad had left some threatening messages on his answering machine. I was very offended because my dad had the nerve to threaten Adam, and pathetically threaten his academic future.