Where can i begin?
well the past week has been rather eventful, i've spent most of it sleeping at stephen's house because i didn't want to go home or i was either kicked out. it all started wednesday night when i was on the phone asking to go bowling and my dad got in an arguement with my sister for telling the baby to shut up, well then he started yelling at me and i just hung up on him. then my mom calls and tells me that my dad is out looking for me so i go out and eventually end up at stephen's house. my mom told me i had to talk to my dad and try to convince him to change his ways because she talked to him and he refused to change. so friday night after work we "talked" which begin in a give me the keys back to my truck statement. did i forget to mention all my dad cared about was his truck and was trying to get it back from me, well he did, and for no reason at all. so finally after wanting to tell him everything on my mind and without holding back, i opened the flood gates. the words poured out of my mouth so quickly i couldn't have stopped even if i wanted. i was in a rage determined to tell him everything on my mind. everything. absolutely everything. i've never talked to him, or yelled at him like that before. i told him everything on my mind and it ended with me calling him an ignorant son of a bitch and him grabbing me by th neck and hitting me but it doesn't matter. what does matter is that for once i felt like i had complete control of my life and i wasn't going to let him walk all over me. we finally went back to the house yesterday after he sincerly appologized and said that he would go to counseling for his anger. for some reason i'm not really angry inside, because i got all the anger out. i'm just hurt on the inside. i really don't know if i will ever be able to forgive him. our family is in the process of cleaning up after the storm, sometimes it takes a while to clean up, and sometimes things never look the same after the storm as they did before it.