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The holiday season blows.
My mother always gets too drunk and emotional. She always leaves the house to go get drunk at my aunt's. Tonight she left the house and she says she isn't coming back. "Your father and I are done." Usually, this would not concern me very much because she has threatened to leave my dad since I learned to walk. Always. This time feels different. There are different tones, different accusations, different reactions. My father called me today and for the first time, he said he needed me. I couldn't go home.
I finally did though. I haven't seen my dad yet. He is reading in his bed.
My brother is escaping through his new Xbox 360 in the living room.
I am on my new laptop that I got for Christmas.
God damnit. I need to go talk with my dad.