I want to get to the detachment phase. Right now I've recently entered the hate stage. I hate everything about them. I hate hearing their footsteps outside the door. I hate the fake goodness like everything is a-okay.

But at least for the most part it's now quiet. As opposed to having someone scream at your bedroom door, "You miserable bitch! I'll see you in hell!"

Can I tell you how much I'm looking forward to moving the FK out of here?