faults

the fighting never stops.

today is father's day.
i don't think i will be wishing him a happy father's day. at least not to his face.

God, and you know the worst part about all this?
it's all over online summer government classes.
this is stupid.

apparently, whenever something goes wrong, it's always MY fault.
when something turns out the way i want, it's never because i did it. because HE did it.

i feel..overwhelmed. distraught. angry.
hurt is probably the best word for it.

i can't deal with this fighting.
but i can't avoid the fighting. because i feel the need to stand up for myself; i can't just sit there and let myself get trampled.
and that's how the fights get started.
they just escalate and escalate until all i can do is jump off the edge.

wikipedia says faults are planar fractures in rocks.
there is a fracture in this family. whatever held us together a few years ago broke. and there's no way to get it back to how it was before.