Hey guys, I try not to post here in the Life Issues board for many reasons; one for instance being it's not very likely it's anything that anyone can help me with but I've thrown caution to the wind and I hope for the best.

It is Currently: 2:40AM 12/29/07 at the start of this following story
My mother tells me to listen to my stepfather and kiss his ass and brown nose him furiously pretty much because he was the only saving grace for us getting Christmas presents or anything. I go to Alabama and spend time with my father and we just got back last night. As soon as we get into the house last night, they start cracking down on us cleaning before my step-father's folks get here later today.

I started by folding the laundry they threw onto my bed and in the middle of doing that I was drug outside to smash down boxes that held the Christmas gifts and shit. Before I got out there, my mother starts bitching at my little brother about how he wasted his Christmas money on buying video games (Nintendogs nonetheless) (I bought New Super Mario Bros and Sonic Rush Adventure) instead of clothes. (I have enough clothes.) So of course she is pissed.

Then we (My little brother and I) get out there and my Asthma starts fucking with me. When I get done, I have to wait idly by for my mother to get my Inhaler out of her purse for me to use (took about 30 minutes, dunno why) My little brother starts getting all pissy at my mom because she took the DS away and then she grounded him for a whole year just to get him to STFU, but of course he wouldn't so he goes into his room and starts crying.

This takes atleast 40 minutes for me to cater to him to make him STFU crying, so then I go back into my room. My stepfather has to work in the morning, thusly leaving me and my mom and lil bro to clean up the house for HIS folks before they get here. I go back to cleaning my room finally like Chris had said and my mom starts bitching at me because I'm not helping her sweep the main house or mopping or putting up dishes.

I then put into play that she said I needed to listen to Chris, thusly why I was cleaning my room, and she gets pissed saying I'm being a smart ass, when all I was doing was saying what she told me to do. so she gets pissed, I get pissed, she starts telling me to calm down like I'm fucking insane and then threatens to call 911 because she thinks I'm a threat to myself and the ones around me.

Then after that I say I'm going to live with my Father, because I've been putting up with this same shit from her for maybe over a year or so? Either way, it's like this every other night in this hell hole. Being down there with my dad made me realize, despite him not being there for me a majority of my life, it's a little more simplistic and not as dramatic with him...so I decided I'm going to move with him...which he'll be here within the next 8 hours...after he sleeps and gets up, he's coming...

My little brother always said he wanted to live with him and never got to. Now I do all of a sudden and get to go and of course he's pissed. Then he claims that he wants out of here so bad that he has contemplated suicide...he claims he's even held the blade to his neck before...and...I dunno what to do...my mom's insane...my stepfather (Chris) is a dick and Jesse (little bro) is emo as hell...and I just don't know what to fucking do...

Main reason I wanna go is because I've always been a dick to Jesse...not intentionally...but I still have been regardless...I want to take this chance to make sure living with our dad is beneficial for us...to make sure it's not some shit hole situation we're putting ourselves into...but he downright refuses to let me go and see if everything really IS better...and...I wanna try and become the NICE big brother he's never had...and...I just don't know what the fuck to fucking do...