That happened to also be the day that I stopped calling him Dad and started calling him John. Well that’s what I called him to his face; you don’t want to know what I called him when I was around my friends and such. Although John didn’t like it, I told him that as far as I was concerned, I didn’t have a dad anymore.
In time I, for the most part, got over being mad at him, but I never did go back to calling him dad; it just didn’t seem right anymore.
When John lost his job and hocked our surfing gear Mom started waiting tables at two different diners to pay the bills and to keep from getting kicked out of our home. With her working two jobs the only time I ever got to see her is when I wake up in the middle of the night and hear her fighting with John.