The latest drama/stress in my life!! AAAHHHH!!!

So here is the latest, try to keep up, I have a hard time myself! I don't know what is going on with my life, I used to have no drama at all!! Now it seems something new is always happening.

So about 2 days ago I get a call from my dad around 11:30 cussing me out and talking about how someone stuffed five 22 shells down the barrel of his muzzle loader and how they came from my little brothers tool box so he jumps to the insane conclusion that my little brother [Tommy] my mom and me are all conspiring to kill him for his money.

WOW

I know right! So he continues to talk this crazy talk all the while calling me every name in the book, so I hung up the phone not wanting to deal with his drunk ravings...also I know that this is not the first time my dad has went off the deep end and then regretted it the next day. Well hanging up on him just pissed him off so he called me back...not wanting the phone to wake the kids or my voicemail to fill with messages I answered the phone...he again started ranting about how I am never getting a cent from him, he's already signed all his money over to the state, and that he was calling the cops because he had the proof sitting right in front of him. I then told him that he could burn his money for all I care, I don't want a cent, and that if he felt calling the cops would make him feel better to go right ahead and then once again hung up. I then texted my hubby and had him call me because the last time that my dad started acting like this he busted the windows out of my brother's truck...the time before that he took a gun to my mom's house with the intent to kill not only her but my daughter, my sister, and also my mom's boyfriend. I was a little worried.

My hubby was getting off work, and assured me that everything was going to be fine and that he would be home shortly.

I then recieved a phone call from my little brother, he said this is what happened:

He was laying in his room watching Jay Leno or Saturday Night Live one of the two when he saw fire outside of his door. As he was getting up to investigate the door opened and a bottle rocket came zooming in and popped, my dad then lighted another one and threw it at Tommy. Then my dad came in the room and kicked Tommy twice in the side and told him to get out, in not such a nice way....so Tommy told dad to calm down...Dad said no you little f-er you and your sister are trying to kill me get out....so Tommy had to walk to Site's which is about 10 blocks from my dad's house....It's the only gas station open at that hour of the night....

I told Tommy that there was no way I could come pick him up because it was already 1:00 AM by this time, and I needed my sleep in order to take care of the kids...I told him walk to Super 8 ... another 10 blocks [[It was freezing that night, by the way]] and stay there for the night and my hubby would come pick him up in the morning...so he did...then my dad called back...

When my hubby got home at 12:30 and I told him what was going on he said that I didn't deserve to take that abuse and that I shouldn't answer the phone anymore...so he took the phone and planned on answering it if dad called again...so this time that dad called Mike just let it ring...dad left a message...this is what it said:

"Laina, don't erase this message. Let Mike hear it, Why don't you tell him your f*cking them n*ggers." so I played it for Mike and mike just laughed...

My dad swears up and down he's not racist, but when you have a conversation with my dad that is all he talks about, black ppl and money...

Then my dad continued to call and mike just let it ring...he finally gave up around 3:00 AM and that's when I finally fell asleep...

The next morning dad called me, I figured it would be his "sobered up" apology...but instead it was him telling me that he was sober now and he had the proof sitting right in front of him that we were trying to kill him...I was fed up and told him I was ready to have him commited. He kept saying how he wasn't crazy, and cussing me so I hung up...

Then I went to lunch with a friend, the whole time my cell phone went vibration crazy from dad blowing it up...so I finally answered and said "I'm having lunch" then hung up...after lunch I called him back and said what do you need dad? and he told me that he figured out it wasn't the same bullets as the casings in Tommy's truck so he knew that it wasn't us...and also that he knew who it was....and to tell Tommy he was sorry but also that Tommy still couldn't live with him...so I am now raising my little brother and my two kids...YAY!! for the third time in my life...

Dad still didn't and hasn't apologized for cussing me out, and I told him that he isn't welcome at my home at this point in time because I am not going to have some drunk maniac around my children...if he is going to choose booze and insanity over having a relationship with his children and grandchildren that's on him...

My dad is not an alcoholic, he just recently started drinking...so I know that it's something he chooses to do.

Anyway...so yeah that is my stress and drama...thank you so much for listening!