I swear to god, if Dad yells at me again I'm going to kill him.

I got my report card today. He didn't want me to see it before I did. I told him that since it was my work and my grade, I should see it first. Apparently this was a capital crime, as he shouted, "I swear, if you open that mouth to me you're not seeing it at all! Now you just back off!"

I wound up getting all A's, with an A- in math.

Somehow I'm not as enthusiastic as I thought I would be.

Elf

Elf and I lending books to one another.

Elf and I grappling for a hold on each other's faces.

Elf and I helping putting dishes away.

Elf and I listening to Mom call the police for help.

Elf and I recommending music to one another.

Elf and I crying, one from fighting Mom for an hour straight, one from listening to her mother in pain and not being able to do anything.

Elf and I cheering on the winning Superbowl team.

Elf and I trying to ignore Mom telling the police that yes, this is an ongoing problem.

Elf and I going to therapy for what he is doing to himself and others.

Elf and I playing Gamecube.

Elf being restrained by Dad for his own safety, I hearing.

Elf causing Mom to cry in the car, I caring.

Elf attacking his best friend, I crying.

Elf making Midget cry in pain, I fuming.

Elf saying he loves me, I breaking.

Elf saying he hates me, I defending.

Elf apologizing for hitting me, I nodding.

Elf asking me what happened to break our friendship, I writing.

Ugh

A while ago, Elf had a tantrum at school. Nothing really different about this one, only that it was Dad who went to go calm him down. Elf, characteristically, decides that Dad is EVIL and BAD and MEAN and tells Dad that he hates him, as he got a bloody nose when they were fighting. (Elf decided to leave the house, Dad didn't want him to. Dad restricts Elf, and Elf gets a bloody nose. It wasn't because they were fighting, it was just a normal thing that happened during a fight.)

A teacher overheard and thought that Dad regularly hit Elf, and called the County to report possible child abuse.

So today I got pulled out of class to talk to a social worker.

"What are the disciplinary methods at home?"

"Are either of your parents doing drugs of any kind?"

Ugh. Not fun. Especially since they both just decided that it would be perfectly fine to start smoking again, nothing bad could possibly happen. Oi. I'll talk about that later.

So, anyway, it turns out that Ms. Social Worker also talked to Midget and Elf separately beforehand, and she said she would call Mom and Dad next, but Mom says that she hasn't gotten anything.

Sigh.