So I’m not sure how to start this…my dad and I have always had a crazy bumpy relationship. One minute were laughing together and the next he can be the biggest jerk of life. I have lived with my dad on and off since I was in the seventh grade. We are so much alike yet also so different. Until about 3 weeks ago I was living with my mom in new mexico thinking everything was fine. I had a steady stable job and was just starting to make friends. That was until my whole world fell apart. I learned my dad was coming to visit me. My dad gives me the highest level of anxiety. Its been like this my whole life. When I found out he was visiting I wasn’t sleeping anymore and I felt like I constantly wanted to throw up. On top of that at the last minute he calls and says he’s now bringing his girlfriend…so on top of my anxiety I now had to worry about him bringing his flavor of the month? How was that fair. Two nights before my dads visit was supposed to come to an end my world shattered. My mom sister dad and his girlfriend plus myself were supposed to go out to dinner. My mom comes into the room and says before we go let’s have this conversation with Celine. I had no clue what was going on…my parents collectively told me you’re moving back home with your dad. My stomach dropped and I instantly burst into tears. I had no choice. Apparently I’m draining on my already exhausted mother. Now I’ve been home for 2 full weeks and trying as hard as I can to adjust to living with my dad again. Its literally boot camp. Shape up or ship out. I’m a circle and my dad is trying to mold me to fit in a square hole which just doesn’t work. I’m not sure how I’m going to continue to do this.. Help!!!