I wish my parents would separate so I would not have to live with Joe anymore. He is dead to me as a person. Tonight after making my mom cry, throwing a chair and smashing a huge hole through the wall in my room he sulked back to his room to probably talk to the woman he’s cheating on my mom with. I won’t even talk about the other things that happened tonight. I’m tired of being in this house living with him walking on eggshells around him so he doesn’t throw a fit and having him be drunk 4 nights a week. I literally can’t take another night like this. I’m moving out in 6 months and I’m not even sure if I want to come back for the holidays. Fuck this.