Anger and Guilt (My Father)

I can't take it. My hands are quivering, I've almsot burst into tears, my poor sister is going through hell, and I just want to rush in and save her. But I can't. He's drunk. He won't listen to reason. He's dead set on this. He always is. But he was doing so well! He hadn't had an outburst like this in a relatively long time! He's the reason I've so afflicted by guilt. He's the reason my sister gets so angry. I can't even type this, it's like a panic attack that I have when I perform. Ugh. Kafka, I empathize.