This ended up to be the worst Thanksgiving ever.

I got a little upset because Christie was with us, and I wanted it to just be a family time. I did cry, and I talked to mom about it, and everyone blames me for all of this.

I refuse to be around people now. I didn't eat dinner with my family for the first time on a holiday. And I refused dessert.

And that's a sign that I'm not okay.

I can't stand to be with my dad anymore. I may move in with my mom, since we rarely get into a fight. I just can't take being with dad anymore. I hate living in fear in that house.

And now, papa is giving me guilt. He's saying that I hurt Christie's feelings. Sure, I probably did, but that's not entirely my fault.

If my dad didn't open his fat mouth all the time, no one would get hurt. Most of this is his fault anyway. She's all he'll think about, and I'm sick of it.