Ok, so I just took my parents to my middle nephew's birthday party earlier, and everything was ok till the ride home. My dad started getting really emotional because I have to deal with drunk parents. I told him it was nothing compared to my sister. He told me how much he loves me, and really emphasized it. And then went into the house. About a half hour later my mom calls in a panic. My dad was trying to end himself. He found his guns, but he couldn't find his bullets. My mom tried to stop him, and he ended up hitting her. And then she started cutting herself again. I had to forcibly take the guns, and threatened to call 911. I told my mom the drinking needs to end. She says they both need rehab. My dad went to bed cursing and hitting the walls, and is probably crying himself to sleep as I speak. This is all because my older stepbrother decided to cut ties with us out of nowhere. Even though we're states apart and weren't really doing anything to him. My dad just wants to die, and he would have if he'd actually remembered where his ammo was. I took forcibly his 9mm and 357 magnum from him, and then basically escorted him to the bedroom. My mom says he's miserable living where we are. And he wants to leave. I would lose my home and my workshop if we left. I would have to re-home my pets, I possibly couldn't afford my truck anymore. And I couldn't afford the taxes on this property without them, let alone the power bills and home maintenance. If anything happens to them, I'm SOL....

On top of all that I had a miserable day. I had to do a dump run in blistering 98 degree heat. My eldest nephew put me through trouble just picking him up. He left his bike chained to a post at a theater, and totally forgot it was there until I made him think where he'd left it. Then he forgot the combination to the bike lock. He was supposed to have a picture of the combo on his phone, but refused to look it up because it was too slow, as he said. Then proceeded to empty his backpack three times just trying to find the keychain with the combo on it. And it wasn't there. Then he finally admitted to me he'd deleted the photo with the combo on it. I asked him why, and he said he didn't know. I called him an idiot. We spent a half hour trying to figure out the combo before he finally remembered what it was. I took a picture of it and sent it to him. The chain for the bike is also missing. It broke off, and my nephew just threw it out, even though I could have fixed it. And then he griped that the bike wasn't fast enough for him. And somehow mentally thought he should be able to pedal over 30 mph. I told him that was stupid. Then I needed to get gas. And not only was the gas station packed, this woman in a really big truck that looked like she was dressed to ride a horse, stopped at the closest gas pump, instead of the farthest one. Which is a total dick move, because I couldn't get in to use the other pump. And she just didn't give a shit. Then I had to go home, rush into the shower, and then drive my parents to the birthday party. The party thankfully went fine. But it was all downhill from there on the way home. My mother drank two beers and a half a glass of whiskey, and claimed to not be drunk. She's fucking drunk! And this isn't the first time my dad has been suicidal. He tried to drown himself once. And if things get any worse, I'm gonna have to call in a psych evaluation on my parents.