12 December, 2023. 18:43:52, French time.

I forgot to put input the entry yesterday. Time to get personal, lots of things happened. This is really yesterday's entry.
Mom and dad fought again. It annoys me a lot, because my dad is a very kind and sweet person. Their relationship is going crumbling through no fault of his own. I blame everything on my mother , which might be a mistake.

For context, I'm 19 years old. I live together with my sister (22), my dad and my mom. We move out a lot. Every year and a half, we're at a new house. I've learnt to travel lightly. What do I keep? For furniture: my bed, my beloved piano, a desk and a bookshelf. On my desk, there are: two fumos (one of my wife), my screen, a snow triangle and the statue of a cat. All those items, I treasure and cherish. The snow triangle, I bought with my own pocket money back when I was 7, as a souvenir with my grandfather. The cat statue was a reward I obtained for something I don't remember. Every year, at Easter, my grandmother gifts me a chocolate bunny with a bell collar. The statue proudly wears all the collars, symbolizing the years coming by.

In my bookshelf, there are old textbooks, books and workbooks from my time in school. Most importantly, all the comic strips my grandfather gifted me. Lots of Garfield, lots of Smurfs. I have many Leonard too, those are like a family treasure. They have a long, long history, dating back to my father's childhood.

Anyway, that's all I keep. I don't need much, do I? But my parents take anything and everything they have when they move out. Yesterday, we found some strawberry jam my mother made in 2017. Inedible, of course. How could this have lasted 4 houses and go unnoticed? Every move is a hassle, because of all the fragile trinkets my parents keep. They argue a lot when we move.

How does this relate to my mom and dad fighting? Well, my mom's body hurts a lot from moving out. She always gets injured. Now, she can't move without hurting, and she needs to take meds... Or at least that's what she tells us. I believe the meds are only hurting her. This makes it so that she moves even less, and now most of her health problems are due to being a whale. No matter how many times we tell her that, she will say she makes great effort for her body, and that she'll die if she stops taking her meds.

So, my mother has become a deadweight. But an angry deadweight. She is always complaining about doing "too much" and us "not doing enough". Not a day passes without her complaining at least 4 times, and screaming at least 3 times (and counting!). Clearly, she can't cope with being a pile of laundry. She wants to do things that she can't do, and reflects all her anger on my father, for not doing it in her place.

My dad can't bear this anymore. This isn't the woman he married. No matter what he does, she will nitpick on what he didn't do, and probably scream in the process. We, as a family, tried to reason my mother. "You're teaming up against me!" "This isn't my fault you're useless!" "It's all your fault!" She doesn't want to go to therapy; she refuses to aknowledges she is the problem. If this goes on, they will end up divorcing. My dad tried to file a divorce this January 2023, because he was depressed. Slaving away for his annoying wife and his children; this must take a huge toll on him. He is completely chained. But he's a wageslave, so I don't think he sees a problem with that. This must've been a cry for help, and my mom didn't answer. I don't know what to do anymore, the clock is ticking.