And I hope, just hope, that Mum will try. Because what I wrote a few hours ago was bullshit - I can't cope. It is not simply something uneasy anymore, I was scared, just scared, even though there is no violence and only a bit of shouting, but if I have to choose between them, I will tear myself apart. But Mum promised. Promised to never make me choose. And Gran did, too. I just hope that they will keep that promise.
And on a more trivial note, my eyes are so fucking puffy that at times I can't see the fucking screen.