Unhappy

I'm really stressed out and depressed right now. At about three this afternoon I was woken up by Derrick. He'd locked himself out of his car and needed me to come get him. This didn't bother me in the least. However when I was down stairs putting on my shoes I noticed that the fish I'd gotten a few weeks ago was in distress. His water was yellow and cloudy and there was a thick layer of food on the bottom of his bowl. Now despite the fact I didn't sleep for over 24 hours until this morning I knew I sure as heck didn't feed him. This left only my dad as the culprit. I asked him if he fed the fish and he said no. The problem is it's just him and me in the house so it had to be him. Now I don't think he's lying to me I just think he doesn't remember. See, he is a heavy drinker and I suspect yesterday (he tends to drink heavily on the weekend) he fed Bip (the fish) and just doesn't remember because he was so drunk.

The reason I'm so stressed out and depressed is because I'm dreading talking to him about his drinking problem. In the past I mentioned it to him but I haven't disclosed my full feelings. On the weekends I tend to not want to get out of bed because that mean's he'll be drinking. He doesn't get violent only goofy and acts really odd. This really upsets me though because his health isn't in the best condition to begin with and he's on so many medications. So I spend my time stressing about it and doing my best to ignore my own feelings on the matter which only leads to more stress! ><

God I'm not looking forward to this talk. I'm not doing it today because chances are in the hour I was gone getting Derrick he's already drank a good amount of vodka (his drink of choice) and I rather talk to him when he's completely sober so I'll have to get him right after he gets home from work.