I'm going to warn you, if you aren't in the mood for downers, don't read this journal.
I had thought things were improving. I guess I had been lulled into a sense of false security because the fights were less intense. It's obvious to me now that they still lurked there, termites in the woodwork, slowly gnawing away at everything that held us together. The last few days, like sledgehammers, broke the thin level of civility left.
Yesterday morning, I called home to let my mom know that i was leaving work to pick up my portfolio and possibly hang out with friends. She exploded on me. On how I'm too selfish and I don't care about helping