No need to say sorry
@Ology My family is one great big steaming pile of offal. I still love them though. They're my offal.
The abuse my mom dishes out on my dad is immense. He just truly loves her so much that her takes it and somehow manages to bed a pleasant sociable person. It's amazing. I wish that we could all have someone love us so unconditionally. He lectures me, because he knows that if it came to a clash between my mother and I there would be a permanent split. Either they'd never see Evelyn again because I move across the country, or I'm dead and they have custody of her. He just doesn't want that to happen. When his mom died. It was just me living up here with him while my mom tried to sell the California house. I'd never seen my dad cry before, and I was the only one he had. He went to visit the week before she passed so at least he got to say goodbye. I was left alone in a haunted house in the middle of buttcrack nowhere for a whole week when I was 12. I had to take care of myself, the horses and the cats, including finding a ride to ballet. Thank goodness I was homeschooled. One of my worst concussions happened that week. Head butted by a 16 hand heavy weight horse. I lost days. I also got pushed do the stairs by the entity that resided upstairs. The house was condemned when we moved out and torn down. Then, just after Evelyn turned 3 my parents had only recently come back into my life and my dad's dad passed after a decade of suffering. My mother gave him no sympathy. He came to me and Evelyn to cry and then get ice cream. My mother and siblings didn't go to the memorial. I did. It really sucks that he is the mediator. It's hard on him, too. He wanted much more for me in life.