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Never, ever, in a million years would I ever treat a child, MY CHILD, like that. So my mom gets drunk, my dad calls me, she takes off in her car, I freak out like always, my dad is really not good but getting better at dealing with hysterical teen girls, mother comes back, starts screaming in my face while i'm still on the phone with my dad that if i want to be a little "tattle" and if I don't like how she runs her life and household, then I can just go live with my father because obviously, she sure as hell doesn't need me here. I called Elizabeth, but everyone was over there and before I knew it the phone got handed to Julian and that was difficult. I told her to call me later. I just want to talk to my best friend right now. I just want the whiskey right now. I hate this. I hate it. I need someone to talk to. I love my dad. I love my best friend. And I love my mom far too much for my own good. One of these days she's gonna fucking die and I'm not going to know what to do with myself.