he told me, everything bad that happens is my fault, when bad things happen... In always around. car accident, appendix removal, when he gets drunk ect. I don't see how any of that is my fault. He's the one that makes the bad decisions... not me. Earlier, I was looking for a bottle of vodka I had bought for New Years, she apparently hid it or threw it away. We started looking for it and I came to the conclusion that she threw it away. I said your mom owes me a new bottle of vodka. And he argues that, maybe she was doing the right fuckkng thing so something bad doesn't happen. I said you mean, when I'm around right? I walked away and went upstairs and cried.