Now that my portion of the evening is done I can add something I forgot. There was another parental meltdown before I left on Thursday. In the back of my head I just knew my father was going to try to pull out of this trip. Sure enough, Thursday morning he called me to tell me he wasn't going, just couldn't do it, blah, blah, blah. Same story, different day. I told him in no uncertain terms his decision didn't surprise me and that I was going anyway. He asked me not to hate him. I didn't promise hime anything. Sigh. I called my mother who was obviously upset and tried to talk her into taking the trip but she wouldn't hear anything of it and refused to leave without my dad. I told her I was going whether she went or not. When I left them they had plans to go talk to our pastor. Like they've done a million times before. I don't know what happened at that session, and I don't ever want to know. That's between them. What I do know is that I spoke to my mom yesterday morning and she told me she was going to go pick up my dad's stuff at the apartment and he was coming back for good. I told her I'd believe it when I see it.

Like I said before same stuff, different day. It's a wonder I turned out so normal.