I know I haven't really written much in a while, but that is because every time I sit down to write a post, and I can only seem to think of one thing to write about. I just keep deleting them because they were about something I couldn't really get my head around. I think I finally have enough of a grasp of it to write about.

About four weeks ago, my parents who have been married for almost 28 years, split up. I have to say it didn't come as too much of a surprise, but it has managed to affect me more than I expected. My father told me he was leaving on a Wednesday. That Saturday he moved out. It wasn't until he left that it really hit me. I was suddenly very afraid. I could sense the fear in both of my parents, and in a way I absorbed it. The fears of what does this mean, and how can this actually be happening. Also I realized some of the practical things I hadn't thought much about like bills and morgatges and how this was going to work out financially.

The past month has been tough. I still live at home, but I work so much that I might see my mother twice a week. It's hard because while I am at work, all I can think about is her sitting at home alone, for the first time in 28 years. One of the hardest things is having to sit at a table with your mother and watch her cry and know that there is nothing you can do to help.

 
I am a bit confused about my job description as of late. I was under the impression that I was the night manager at a coffee shop. Apparently, my boss thinks I am a bit more than that.

Two weekends ago, I had to work with an 18 year old girl, who we were pretty sure was a drug addict. Judging from the "infection" on her wrist that was manifested that evening, I would say we were right. Also her behavior and appearance was that of a patron of a meth clinic.

Last weekend I had the pleasure of working with an 18 year old who informed me when we closed that she had to leave within thirty minutes. This was so she could get back to the homeless shelter before curfew and obtain a bed.

Tonight I worked with a 19 year old who had just found out she was pregnant.

So you can see my confusion. While I thought I just worked in a coffeeshop, I apparently am also a teen social worker. Lucky me!