And here comes the......

Angst. I was too nervous and embarrassed. Why? Well we were not only surrounded by the whole teams parents but my mom was watching from the car. Literally WATCHING. So there's that. And now, for more angst. Every time something goes fantastic, something goes lovely, or something goes right in my world; something catastrophic happens. So this month has been wonderful. No APR's, 2 silver medals, the best boyfriend in the world, and my normal family was back. Last night my world crumbled. It was 8 dinner had just finished and I had restarted on my homework when I heard the yelling. No not yelling, screaming. "Fuck this, fuck you, and fuck everything!" My father continuously repeated this sentence. Soon it got worse. I went and hid in my bath room, it's the only place you can't hear or see them, sat down and started to talk to people. Anyone who could or would talk. I heard him. In my sanctuary, my safe place. He had infiltrated it, and I was not about to have it. I got up and stormed out, determined to do this. He yelled at me and I yelled back and before my brain even had time to think my hand hit his face and the slap echoed around the now silent house. I felt as though I was free of this perpetual anger I had been wadding up since last September. Finally he knew EXACTLY how I felt. The fight continued on for hours. 10:30 finally rolled around and dad came downstairs again, this time calm. We talked. He told me how proud he was of me. I had stood up to him for the first time in my life. I still feel like angsty shit though