Insert bitchy angsty post here.

I'm not even kidding.

I spent a good deal of my night last night curled up in the fetal position crying.

Only to listen to my father sobbing on the other side of the wall.

I'm battling two conflicting facts.

I don't know what the right thing is to do.

I upset him because I told him that I don't want to switch houses while I'm in year 12.

I fucking HATE switching between Mum's and Dad's.

I won't even start on why. There's too many things to list.

For fuck's sake, it's just year 12, it's not forever. And I'll see him on the weekends.

I have been told by student mentors at school that it's not ideal and that I need stability.

I'm already failing and dropping from and OP pathway to a rank because I'm so stressed and not coping.


I understand he's hurting and that I hurt him.
I get it

What do I do?
Do I keep switching to keep my Dad from being a sad wreck and watch my mental health and my future prospects after school fall apart or do I just stay at Mum's for one year, get through year 12 and then sort things out after and potentially destroy my relationship with my Dad?

This decision is too big and too serious for me.
I can't handle it.
How the fuck am I meant to choose?


So sorry for the emo post guys, I just needed to vent somewhere about what happened, and I'm going go before I start crying again in the middle of my IT class.