I can't go.

Things are weird in the old household. There is an infinite lack of respect on both parties' parts. Not sure how all this is going to manifest in the end, but I get more and more bitter as time passes. The atmosphere runs the range of "ehh, we can deal with this" to outright hostility. But even if we're in the "ehh, we can deal with this" stage most of the time, is it enough? The minutiae of living with another self-absorbed person is really bringing me over, as the unhip father in Better Off Dead says. What a way to start the day.