Ahhh... got to love being home.
Being here has reminded me why I came home so often during the school year... Got back Friday and that was alright, but since then my mom has moved into our piano room and won't speak to my dad. She went all yesterday without eating and when Dad got home from work, she locked herself in that room. It's all relapsing to their separation earlier on in the year because Dad was a retard. What fun. Zach said this has happened several times since he's been home and she always says the same things, but recovers in a couple days and we treat it like nothing ever happened. My family communicates so well. Zach and I have decided it's probably not healthy to live in our house because you develop about zero social skills. We only know how to ignore a conflict that has just happened and tread water until another explosion for the same reasons as before, which you will shortly thereafter ignore again. I do love hearing Mom talking about divorcing my Dad, though.