My dad and I never had an A+ relationship. Ever. He is, when he so chooses to be, supportive of me in the most apathetic sense possible.

My mom had been saving up money for the holidays, bills, etc. Needless to say, my father (who has DONE this before) blamed me. The crippled adult child of his that can't leave the house LET ALONE would NEVER steal from their mother. Or anyone, for that matter.

He screamed at me, said I "hid it some where" and he burst into my room, that I just organized (I have severe OCD. I put things in places to keep people safe) and he destroyed it all looking for money I DON'T. BLOODY. HAVE.

I am so angry and so resentful of him normally, now I am just a mess and TIRED OF THIS he blames me for EVERYTHING even a god damn ice cube tray not being filled, that's some how my doing and deserves 50 minutes of screaming it me.

I am a mess. now someones going to get hurt because the things I had set protecting people are moved and i cant fix it and it's HIS FAULT.