Well, this happened a couple nights ago actually, but I haven't been able to update for a while... 2 nights ago, I forgot my report card at my Dad's house. No biggie right? WRONG! My mom totally went off on me! FOR NO DAM REASON! I forgot my report card! SORRY! Then she started bad mouthing my dad and everyone else. I couldn't feel anything. I just stood there and nodded. Because we don't live there. We shouldn't even see our dad. This is our house. But its not! DAMMIT! YOU STARTED THIS! YOU GOT DIVORCED! THIS IS YOUR OWN FAULT! WE LIVE IN 2 DAM HOUSES! DEAL WITH IT!! I was screaming in my mind. I can't deal with this all the time. Everytime I think that they might actually get along...Or aleast be civil. Something like this happens. Like the Christmas fiasco. I am not even getting into that. It ruined christmas for me, and my siblings too most likely. I hate it. I hate when they start this. I hate when my mom goes off on me for something my dad did. I hate when it starts again. ~Kat