Things are starting to heal now, but it still sucks. I can be normal at school and everything, but when I come home, its like walking into someone else's house. "Family" doesn't feel like "family", "family" feels like "those people you've know all your life and have come to enjoy". You know what I mean? At home with my mom I can pretend everything's normal, but only when my dad comes home do I start to really feel it. I remember everything, and it actually starts to hurt. It's just awkward having both parents in the house now that they confessed their TRUE feeling for each other. And it all-- it all feels plastic.