**** fell apart again last night. Just when my mom and I were starting to come to terms with all that's happened this past week... My dad gets a pint of whiskey in him and then all hell breaks loose and it's back on. Kept saying last night that he would run off with my aunt again if given the chance. He then pulled a very nasty 'joke' on us (that only he thought was funny). Kept calling my mom ugly and saying my aunt is cute. I don't know how much more of this I can take. Just when my mom was getting herself back together, doing more things around the house, he pulls this **** and now she's a mess again. Who put this curse on us?