Learn how to love life that is lived alone

It's official. I told Mom that I wanted her out of my life. It's not even the first time that she's yelled at Dad that he should move out with me. Or the first time he's defended me because Mom can't see how much she's hurting me and thinks she's entirely blameless. On top of it all, the family's learned that my sister been robbed at her apartment. For the third time. So now her computer and important drawings are gone.

I think I'm cracking at this point. I have no faith in this family whatsoever. Or me.