It's the end of the world as we know it

The house has gotten really, well ... toxic whenever my mum comes home nowadays.
She is trying to get us to side with her using emotional blackmail.
I don't care how this thing turns out, I just want the family life I had before back. She's been devoting her energy to finding out who the Other Woman is, enlisting the aid of our family and some of the employees in our work.

But the problem here is, what will she do once she finds out who the Other Woman is and confronts my dad on this matter?
I feel like I'm in the middle of the play Death of a Salesman, only it's the wife instead of the son. I can't get back the life I once had. It's gone, particularly since now almost everyone in
my family now knows about the affair. It's almost frightening the things my mum was doing now. She went through his private belongings, took the money he had hidden in there, as well as the little blue pills (;) ) he had stashed away.

The amount of time and effort she's putting into making sure that she locks him down and makes him hers, to not stray, is frightening.

Whenever she wants to consult us about these things, I feel it's like dealing with heavily radioactive materials. Even if it's not intended, you're getting doses of a nasty poison you can't see.
She's using emotional blackmail on us, saying that if we're not supporting her, we don't love her.

I know we can never go back, but there's one thing - you make your own future.

I will do my best despite these adverse conditions.

Fucked up shit

It's been a crazy day for me.

It started Friday night.
I come back to my car to find the battery drained. It's 2am in the morning. I am stuck there for almost an hour before the roadside assistance van comes along. I end up going to bed at 3:30am, and getting less sleep than I want for work the next morning.

I come into the mall, and buy a coffee to help myself get more energised. They seem to misplace my order, and I wait 15 minutes before I make a noise about it (I thought they were just busy with an order), and then I have to wait another five minutes before they give it to me. On the upside, I got a full refund as well as the drink.

I come into work, and it turns out I'd mixed my shifts. I thought I started half an hour later than I was supposed, and with the coffee mixup I'm 45 minutes late. The hater bitch at work continues to be bitchy, making snide comments about me and acting as though she's the boss and getting other people to find stuff for me to do when I had nothing to do. She's not worth my energy fighting, so I just ignore her.

It turns out that my 3-week stint of living independently and planned marathon of going out every night is scuppered, for my mum is coming back from overseas early. I call her after my shift to find out why.

She is crying really badly when I talk to her, barely coherent between the sobs. It turns out my dad had been cheating on her with a prostitute. She found SMS messages from her on his mobile phone. She is going on about "I want to divorce him" and all that shit.

I am unsure what to do now, because I know that life will be different once both parents are back from overseas.

What I do know, though, is this:

Tonight, I'm getting smashed.

A grand day out

No post in a long time. That means things are going okay in Nightbringer land, I suppose. Aside from work being a huge timesink on my activities.

One of the girls at work fall pregnant, so it falls to me to take over her shifts. 9-5 shifts. I don't like them. They take up too much of the day and I end up having less time to dedicate to myself. Ah well, at least the money will help me towards my J-trip fund. It is a bitch getting to the gym though, because I like to use equipment that is popular with other patrons. I've almost gotten into scuffles over equipment, so it's something I want to avoid.

I had such a kickass day awhile ago. I dropped my car in to get its timing belt replaced and the radiator flushed, and then hitch a nice lift to the Parade in Norwood. I end up eating a continental eggs and bacon at a cafe, and then wander down, window shopping. I take a bus to Rundle Mall, and cruise the street window shopping for clothes, and doing this thing called the Pizza Walk, where you go into shops and make absolutely absurd requests. It came from the originator walking into a clothes shop and asking for pizza.
I had a load of fun, going into McDonalds and asking for a whopper, going into outdoor shops and asking for samurai swords, and going into clothing stores and asking for bus tickets.

I meet up with my main man Jeff, and we end up cruising the city. Hindley St, the train station, the Festival Centre, the Art Gallery.
We meet my other two friends, Ian and Jon for lunch. Lots of fun.

I'll put up more later.