It feels like someone is sitting on my chest. It is so hard to just breathe lately. My mom has chosen to not face this problem and to choose to believe my dad over me. Which means that I lose not only what little relationship I had with my dad but the growing relationship with my mother too. This loss is the hardest. It's like she died, but she didn't and could with everything in the limbo of denial. I hate this. I cry everyday now. I can't help it. It makes it hard not to hate my father who is really the cause of all this contention. God help me.