Jill had attitude problems towards cooking dinner. Of course, she left to go to the store to get some cooking ingredients, leaving me at home with Mom. by the time she got back, it'd turned into her being upset because I have been failing to clean my room. And of course, she has to rant and rave at everybody, and then purposely rile us, especially laying into me. And much yelling commences.
And I nearly walked to the police station to see what it would take to get me committed. Because mebbe that's the best idea right now.
Anyway, I'm going to try to sleep. And hopefully tomorrow my therapist will call.