Stuck!

While the rest of my "travel diary" will be published later, at the moment I'm pleased to inform that I'm

A) Visiting father
B) Immensely pissed off
C) Only able to get out of here tomorrow, since the today train is out of room. Place I'll be hanging around in it tomorrow isn't great either, but it's better than staying here 'til the tenth.

In general, the trip wasn't at all bad - that is, until yesterday, when my visit here started. Well, rather, it got ruined an evening prior, when I decided to make sure people are prepared and discovering dear father to be in a less than communicable state. Which he's been in for most of my visit now. And I'm pretty sure that I'm furious. I can accept, forgive and understand a lot, but there's a line that's been crossed and dozens of warnings and promises that were ignored and apparently forgotten. He's made his choice, I've made mine. And even though leaving just like that is pretty cruel to both him and his-side grandmother, I don't think I have much choice. Outcomes to both staying and leaving will be catastrophic, but if he can't change himself, and if his mother is shouting at him and all that kind of joyful things go on around me, I don't think there's much point of staying. Ah well. There's some things to be done before I leave, like isolating the windows which let in lots of cold air and figure out a convenient lie to tell to the other grandparents not to have them shocked or anything.

Yay?