Not Again

I sat in my bed regretting the sound of his truck pulling into the drive.
A sound that I used to love hearing.
They always argued, when he left there was no more tension.
It was peaceful. Nice. But then he came back.
I have seen other families get destroyed because of silly mistakes.
But this was no mistake.
That stupid bar had become his home.
Lately he would rather be there then at home with his own family, but I guess it didn't matter to him anymore.
He wasn't there when I woke up and he wasn't there when I got home.
This happened a lot. It got really tiring after a while, I missed him.
BAM!
Here we go again.
I can hear her saying this was supposed to be her year. Don't you realize that this is her senior year, or do you even care?
He's drunk, as usual.
Why me? Why do I have to go through this after all I've gone through?
It's not fair.
What happened to the man I sat around the fire with?
What happened to the man that I ran to when I got scared?
Did he go down the drain along with what used to be my life?
So I sit in what used to be my life and wonder, why?