Dr. JEKYLL and Mr.
One poison which burns
the heart is alcoholism. It is one thing that puts fear into the
body, killing what is left, nothing salvable. Along with the
alcoholism comes the depression; keeping its company is certified
insane. It was embarrassing reading his name in the papers. Just
as degrading was visiting him at the place they store two time
DUI offenders. The demons even follow you when you hear his name
being spoken, "The best party I've ever been to.", and to find
out the said person is doing cocaine.
If that was not
enough, four or five years ago the lack of human whom went to
the psychiatric hospital for depression twice the first time
was because the idiot tried to kill himself. At least that's
how you feel. Trying too kill yourself isn't a real option. An
emotional roller coaster, the ride would make anyone throw up.
Tears are no relief and your chest is so tight it makes it hard
to breathe. You pray for the nightmare to be over, but when
you're done with the one, another nightmare begins. It was one
of those times where you wish you were blind to it all.
Now, the insane
man refuses to get the help he needs. "Psychiatrists are all
fucking bull shit." He says, while he has a beer in his hand.
One son, a wife and another baby on the way, but he doesn't
have any respect for his family, being verbally abusive. "You
bitch. I can't fucking stand you." A man with two faces, he can
be a loving good dad and exceptional worker (always).
Suddenly without warning Mr. Hyde comes out to play. His
behavior and actions that of a mad man and all you wish is to
look away. And say "No! Don't make me watch"
He drinks the
poison as he starts to kill those around him. "I don't love
you. I don't care about my family," the truth comes out. Then
you wish he would die, fall off the face of the earth to the
bottomless pit for eternity.
One would wonder
why anyone would want to stay with Mr. Hyde. Why his Family
gave him light-years of chances. Why his wife and child stay
with a manic drunk. To be accused of bothering him. Smelling
the drink on his breath as he is in your face with, "don't ever
tell mom again."
No one ever knows
what it feels like to loath someone and love them so much. No
one knows what it is like to watch them become the waste in the
sewage - to become that man you saw in your independent film
class animation documentary of the deteriorating artist. You
wish it wasn't happening to your family.
Yet, you will
do anything for him. Be there when needed, while at the same time
you feel sorry for your nephew who has to grow up with the
poison. To watch "Daddy" drain into nothing - the anger cannot be
expressed enough. You try your 'hardest' and fight with your own
emotions. Then when you are ready to give up on Mr. Hyde, Dr.