All my life my parents have done drugs. Thats the main reason I grew up in foster care all my life. Its always the same patterns with them. First my uncle comes into the picture. He the one who convinces them to do drugs. Then they start to do them, little by little and then they stop paying rent, they stop feeding themselves, bills are shut off, they lock themselves in the room for hours, they get into fights, the fighting becomes worse, my mom leaves, my dad gets worse, then my mom gets worse, they get back together and they are just worse togehter, and finally they go stay with relatives who dont allow my uncle around and they get better for months, then they get enough money to move out and then My uncle comes around. This is a pattern that I have come to recognize, I know when they do drugs because they act more friendlier. Today I went over and I saw my uncles crackheaded gf there, and I just knew that they went to ruin my parents again. I asked my mom where my dad was and she said he went to the store to get food, funny thing is my dad drove up with y uncle in not the direction of the store but in the opposite way and they had no food with them or nothing. I hate this I hate feeling so bad for something I can never change but it hurts alot becasue they are my parents and it just brings out all the emotions like they never learned thier lesson or they dont care to. I mean they destroyed our lives with what they did and they still cant see it, what the hell is wrong with them to make them do these things and why out of all my sisters and brother do I care the most, why cant i stop caring about it... or get over it for that reason!