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Okay, so I've had a lot of interesting stuff happen in the last three days. And I will let everyone know all about it.

First, two days ago. Everything was going good, I rearranged my room around and everything. Life was nice. But my internet router went out for some reason, so I had no internet access.

Next day. Cathy tells me to start packing up my stuff and start looking for a place to live. She and my dad were moving in two weeks, and I obviously wasn't invited. That's fine, right? So I make some calls, and Corrina says that I can come live with her. Which is awesome. I spend the day packing up a lot of my stuff for the move. Cathy freaks me out by saying that not only will she and I be closer from now on, but she loves me and will always be there for me, and the only reason she's acted like she has towards me is because two women simply can't live in the same house together. Yeah, made no sense to me either.

Next day. I finish packing up my stuff. Now here's where it falls apart.
I had no way of transporting all my boxes to Corrina's, since I thought her mom's car would be too small. Well, I ask my dad to help me. Wanna guess what he says? "No." Because he doesn't approve of my moving and he's not going to help me do it. Not only that, but he actually (get this) FORBIDS Cathy from helping me move at all.
No big deal, I bounce back, I call Corrina and let her know, her mom says that she'll make it all fit.

So Corrina shows up, right? She and her mom load all my stuff. Well, dad has been in his room pouting the WHOLE TIME since he said he wouldn't help me. But I still wanted to say goodbye, at least. Here's how that goes. Bear in mind that he sounds like he's accusing me in every word he speaks.

Me: *opens the door* "Dad, I've got all my stuff packed up to go. I'm leaving."
Dad: *pauses* "How are you doing that? Who's taking you?"
Me: "Corrina's mom. She showed up and we managed to get all my stuff in the car."
Dad: *silent*
Me: *waits*
Dad: *stares* "Well what do you want me to do about it?"
Me: *shocked, then angry* "You could at least say goodbye! Dear God!" *slams door*

Everybody catch that? No 'Goodbye', no 'Take care!', but actually talking like I've presented him with some petty problem that he doesn't have time for.
I'm actually too angry to cry about it. But god I want to.