Wth? Damn it. How am I supposed to enjoy anything when these dumb parents of mine sit there and fight and cuss each other out and . . . I'm supposed to go out and eat when Dad says he's going to commit suicide one of these days? God. . . I remember when I was younger. . . that was a pretty constant fear. . . When he'd go into the bathroom. . . and stay in there. . . and stay in there. . . and it'd seem an eternity'd pass before he'd leave. . . I worried then that he killed himself. I had forgotten that till I heard him mumbling something like "She starts all this and I'm gonna finish it; one day I'm gonna just kill myself" . . . Yeesh, I apparently block a lot out and don't even realize it. . . No wonder the whole suicide thing makes me so dang uncomfortable. . .