My second post. All is well, life has gone on, I've moved on and all is right in the world. My parents are happy, my friends are happy, and I am happy.  For the most part. I will miss the good times, the laughter, the play fights, the Nerf gun guerrilla attacks from behind the couch. The video games that I helped start and fell asleep to.
       I am finally able to go to my mother's this weekend. Seeing her makes me relax and feel at ease. Her house is so calm and clean, where my father's house is loud, dirty, hectic and tense. My mother lives out in the woods, with no neighbors except the one lonely house across the lake.  At night you can see the dim porch light, and once in awhile, a fire. I always loved growing up in that house. I still love to visit. I have always dreamed of a future where I had a similar life. That calm, that isolation without being too isolated, that rustic elegance that the woods contain.
       I hadn't been able to go to her house in awhile. With plays and relationships and break-ups, I have been so busy that I have somewhat neglected her. I kick myself everyday for it. I know I should have stood up for myself, but that isn't who I am. I was the one that tried to make people happy when they were sad. Like my mom during her divorce when I was three. I try to make people happy regardless of how it made me. I know that is no way to live, but it's how I am.