Much locked. So tightly.

Much locked. So tightly.

So, things are really bad at home, right now. Dad and I had some talks today, largely brought on by me losing it, but, you know, not as bad as that probably sounds. Just, cracks in the facade, right?

Mom's broken and, you know, you can't "fix" people when that happens. Especially if they're pretty much stuck between denial and anger simultaneously. For years. Um, so Dad's actively depressed and I'm angry and we're both basically working on accepting the loss of the person we used to know. While moderately handicapped by lack of resources and other such.

I mean, the seeds of this were there, but this is full-blown giant hogweed. And this never had to happen. I mean, I guess we all contain the seeds of our own destruction, but who the hell wants to nurture them?

My dad's the one with cancer, but it turns out he's not the one we're mourning. It'd be nice if she'd stop being hurtful, though.

P.S. Choosing not to be specific and detailed, because privacy, but yeah, badness.