no_words_to_describe megan i hate coming home now. when i'm up at your house, i can feel. everything feels real, and alive. and loving. no one ignores the rest of the family and if they do they go off by themself. not like home. here we sit at the dinner table, silent except for the occasional chatter from mom, which just further angers dad and puts us on the edge. why doesn't she shut up, why doesn't she shut up, we say over and over in our heads. it's this time that i wonder if divorce wouldn't be the better option. i just want to live happy here again- but they're not allowing me that freedom. and if only they counted how many tears i've cried over this. they're hurting me. that's why i love to go to your house, it's starting to feel like home to me too. 030801 what's it to you? who go blather from