Its started to settle down. My mother finally gave up under threat of arrest and my sister's physically safe, although I still worry about her mental health. Shes at least as messed up as me. And she's only gonna get worse if she has to deal with our mother trying to control her much longer. Maybe one day she wont hate me and think I was the bad guy that hurt our mother. A girl can dream, right?

I'm also cautiously optimistic about what Monday holds. Not only is it my second apt ever with this pdoc, but it's also the day I get inducted into an honor fraternity. Maybe I'll be able to look at myself in the mirror and not think I look fat in my dress. Maybe.