So I remembered last night WHY I first moved out of my dad's house way back when. I hate complex relationships. Isn't a bully someone who will just be mean to a person, just because they're bigger and they can? Yeah, that's why. It's kind of hard to reconcile that with, you know, him being my dad, and probably that there's love there. I guess. I don't understand why he feels the need to pick on me, and pick on me, and pick a fight, and when I try to walk away, get nasty, and so I end up lying awake for two hours crying last night, realizing that the last time I lay awake crying for two hours, I was living here. Yeah, it's been more than two years since this happened. And the thing is, two years ago, once I moved away, it completely stopped. We had a much better relationship (I guess you could call it that) once I moved out. So I'm not even going to wait until November. I'm going to see if I can get an apartment by the time I move all my stuff back, and I can just move everything into there. And I'm not telling him until it's done.

Wish me luck.

I'm off to work now, with puffy red eyes and a splitting headache.

Wish me luck

I'm sorry you had such a bad night. I also had a better relationship with my parents after I moved out, so I know what you're talking about. Good luck with things.

Best of luck to you with this situation. I hope everything works out for you.