ugh idk why im even posting this like its probably so dumb and everyone else has real problems but like... i just need to get it out before i explode or something. its like 2 am and i cant sleep bc im just replaying it over and over. so my dad had that scare right like the heart thing a few weeks ago and it was REALLY bad i thought we were gonna lose him and mom was a wreck and he promised he was gonna quit smoking like FOR REAL this time. he said he was done like a million times before but this felt different you know? like this was the big one. i even went over and helped clear out all his old stashes and like air out the garage it smelled SO bad. he was like "thanks son means a lot" and i thought YES finally. but then today i went over to drop off some groceries bc mom had a doctor appt and dad was in his recliner pretending to nap and i went to put some stuff in the back of his sock drawer bc it was full and like what do i find??? not one not two but THREE fresh packs of cigs. right there. like he just bought them. my heart like dropped into my stomach i swear. i almost threw up a little. he just had SURGERY. like what is he doing. i just stood there holding them for a second and then i put them back real careful like nothing happened. i didn't say anything. he's always been so proud you know like he hates anyone thinking he's not totally in control. and if i tell mom she'll LOSE IT like she'll scream and cry and it'll be a huge scene and it might even make him WORSE. but if i don't tell her and he like dies from it... then what? am i complicit? am i a bad son? i literally have a final paper due thursday and im sitting here thinking about this. i keep thinking about when he was little and i found his secret candy stash and i told mom and he got grounded for a week and he didn't talk to me for like two days. but this is like a million times worse than candy. am i the only one who has to deal with stuff like this with their parents? like they're supposed to be the adults and im the one sitting here freaking out about their life choices. feels kinda backwards. what do i even DO. just let him do it? confront him and risk making him mad or stressed? tell mom and start world war three? its like there's no good option. god im so tired.