No, unfortunately my weekend has been filled with emotions and a lot of pain. 
The pontoon ride yesterday was fine, aside from the fact that I drank far too much wine. Yeah, not as responsible as everyone says I am. I just didn't care yesterday, quite honestly. Between what's happening here, and in my own personal life, I didn't really care what happened to me, quite frankly. I passed out at about six PM, and stayed asleep the remainder of the night. 
Today marks the 11th anniversary of the passing of my biological father, James (Jim). I wouldn't be on this earth without him, therefore I have to be grateful for him. At the same time, he treated my mother and I like shit, so it makes today a rather confusing day. In some ways, I wish he never would have met my mother. For I wouldn't have to be here today. But alas, I'm here. 
Yesterday in talking to my brother (my aunt doing most of the talking), he's not picking up on anything. He's not learning anything. My aunt brings up real situations that can happen and his response to everything is a smart ass, "I'm invincible." No, you moron, you're not fucking invisible. You'll end up in a morgue soon if you keep this shit up. 
I was a complete mess yesterday. I could not stop crying for the better part of an hour. My mother tried to comfort me, and held me for the majority of that time, but it didn't do a bit of good. I continued sobbing forever, or so it felt. I love him, but I feel I need to let him go. Mother said she was going to try to find a book for me - the one that she read a while back titled, "How to Let Go Of Your Adult Child." I was like - you understand I don't have an adult child, correct? Nonetheless, she felt as though the book would be able to help me. I still don't know.
I continued to cry today on the way home from their house - cried all 90 minutes it took me to get back. To hear the naivety in his voice when he sits there and insists that he is "invincible" is just stupid, and childish. He fails to understand how lucky he is that he is not dead at this point in time. I saw his car in my parents' garage this weekend - it was completely destroyed. No bumper in the front, the hood is completely smashed in from where the tree hit it. Apparently he was driving 130 miles per hour down their small road by their home - a speed limit of 55. I don't understand him.
As you are all aware, my mind is NOT in a good state at present. I know that cannot justify the activity in the other thread. Nothing can. Moving forward, my activity here will be limited to only my thread, I will not be posting elsewhere. I will try to keep it only to conversations, and not use GIFs/Images. That's about the best that I am able to offer. To those whom I've already lost respect, I cannot do anything to gain it back. I need to live with my actions, and that's fine. I'm sorry.
The above paragraph only applies if the moderators do not delete my account. I've asked them to hold off on that, but it may already be scheduled for deletion. If it is, it will indeed be goodbye, without looking back. If they don't, then I will try to my best to stick to the above.
Sincerely,
D.