Or my living room as some might actually call it!!!
The situation going on is so deep that I'm not even invited! Here I am thinking I'm grown because I pay bills, I have my own place, I drive my own car (that my dad purchased minor detail I promise) and still I was given the nice look of "child if you don't get out of this room at this very moment then someone will remove you.
So I left which is definitely for the better. Never have I been so stressed and distraught about a situation that directly involved me before.
There really isnt much that i can say. Just know its going down. Basement!