First time was, of course, my freshman year, where I was getting bad grades. Mom couldn't handle it and drove me to my dad's, leaving me there while my dad was away on vacation.
Next year, I started laughing at mom for an insane argument topic, she started hitting me, and drove me to my dad's.
This year, I disagree with her on the method of creating an oral report, I walk away from an argument, declining to use swearing in every other word, and she throws all of my stuff into my car (after throwing my bowl of pretzels against the wall) and says she'll see me when I apologize.
Now this may just be my incredibly difficult attitude, but I'm not apologizing for anything I've ever said or done to my mom. She'll come crawling back to me, like she has always done in previous years, demanding that I come back to her house to "take care of Lily (my sister)" or something. And I'll have to submit sooner or later. I can't stay at my dad's forever. Currently, though, I wish I could. I never get into arguments with my dad, my grades don't go down (last year they went up), and I just feel a lot better knowing that I'm not going to be yelled at when I get home. There's also the computer I've got here... but that's a minor point. I swear.
I don't really want to elaborate too much on my problems, for even though freedom of speech is my right in this country (and even more on the net), I don't like to publicly and blatantly insult people (my mom included).
If anyone's wondering, my extremely belated birthday party is still goin' on tomorrow, for anyone I've invited. My stepmom will take the place of my mom in driving arrangements... but we're not going to San Francisco because the movie we planned to see was dropped out of theaters yesterday (Osamu Tezuka's Metropolis). Oh well, I guess we'll see Rord of feh Lings (acronym:RofL) tomorrow instead.