let the fun begin (1)

i was laying in bed at my old apartment, hungover and cutting the shit out of myself. my mom called. 'he is a lot worse. they don't know exactly what is wrong with him but he is acting crazy and judith can't/shouldn't handle it herself, can u go down earlier?' 'i will call you right back'. it was 10am.
the airlines are surprisingly nice when you tell them your father is dying of cancer and you need to get down to MD Anderson asap. my flight that was suppossed to leave Aug 8th was now leaving on July 24th at 9pm.
i packed. called jody. a little relieved i was going to get away from the consuming guilty feeling of knowing i was using her and wanted it to end long b4. little did i know i would be entering a much more guilt filled horrible situation that ive been trying to claw my way back since