not long ago, i firmly believed that problems should be kept to ones self and dealt with on an individual basis, to make one stronger. after some recent events though, i have found that that is the case, and so now i am here to sort of get an unbiased perspective on my situation. about a year ago, my mom was diagnosed with celiac disease that doctors say she probably would have died soon without change in diet. my dad, understandably, started to freak out about losing his wife. the whole family did everything they could to help. however, my father and i have for the most part disagreed about everything, and we argue all the time. during this early period after my mom's diagnosis, my dad was a little more charged than normal and we got into a heated argument and he ended up swinging and hitting me in the face, good. we got into a fight, but then got broken up. my family didn't see the beginning, and my dad has been telling them i threw the first punch. for about 8 months after that for my entire senior year in high school, we continued to argue, except more hateful like cussing each other out. my mom's condition worsened; i feel bad, i would probably feel worse seeing two people in my family go at each other like we did. since we had broken that physical barrier that one night, we ended up getting into fist fights frequently, until one time i ended up breaking my dad's jaw and he had to get 9 stiches. i felt bad, but it was an accident, and we were both fighting. however, my dad kind of went berserk and held me hostage for awhile threatening to call the police if i did anything, since he had tangible proof from a fight. i don't know what would have happened if he did call the police, but i didn't want the police to come period, especially with my mom the way she was. so i ended up being a bitch for a little while. then on my 18th birthday, everything just went crazy. they and i knew that i didn't have to leave anymore, and that might have been the reason that happened. but i essentially threw off the hostage scenario thing once and for all, and we got into another fight. my guitar and stuff like that got destroyed, and he threw me out of the house. i was able to go back for some clothes, and have been staying at a friend's house for the summer. i go to college in the fall, and thankfully it is completely paid by financial aid. i got a job, so i am good. though, it is the rest of my family that i miss. my mom might die soon in her condition, and i don't want that to happen when there is something that i could do or under the recent situations. then my three sisters that i miss. i wish i could see them, but then i would have to see my dad again. i'm not a wuss and not afraid he will kick my butt, it just is despairing for me to even be around him or when i hear people talk about him. he has been telling my sisters that i was on drugs and that i stole money, both of which are false. i don't know what to do. if i do nothing, i'm afraid the lies will seep in and my sisters and mom will turn their back on me. but if i go back, i could get myself in a situation with the police. ah shit, i sorta just needed to get this off my chest.