Hello again lovelies!
I come bearing an update.
My father stopped drinking and is going through ridiculous withdrawals (Don't feel pity. I'm not done) That doesn't mean we're not moving, though. My mother met with the landlord of a nearby apartment complex today. I have yet to find out what happened (I'm still at my brother's house, though I'm heading home tomorrow)
My anxiety is still extremely high and I definitely cannot trust my father. He's gaslighted us way too many times to stay in my current home. I don't forgive him at all, and that's probably my first step of healing: realizing that he isn't my father. He's just a rude-ass bitch that took my childhood away from me. I'm rambling, so I'm going to get straight to the point.
If I'm correct and everything works out, my mother and I will still be moving out by February 11th.
Let's hope for the best.
Note me if you'd like an update after I return home tomorrow.