"Hey, Dad. Uh, I don't know if you got any of my calls before, but . . ." I trail.
I don't exactly know what to say to him after months of not calling me.
"Mom went back to Sunview. Had to go to back to her rehab center. So, uh, she's doing fine now, in case you're going to wondering. Hanging in there." I scratch the nape of my neck. "I had to sell our house to take care of the hospital bill." Because I can't exactly tell him I was living at the empty farmhouse he doesn't own anymore, I end the sentence there.
I just don't know how to cover her rehab expenses. Though, I wasn't gong to ask Dad for money, not when he blows it all on booze and, possibly, buying expensive s**t for his groupies.
I don't exactly know if he was that promiscuous, but call me bitter at my father to actually liv
