At the funeral, I screamed at my father that it was all his fault and that it never would have happened if he hadn't left her for some floozie that was half his age. I swore I would never talk to him again. Several months later the bottom dropped out of my life. I was having difficulty at school. I was taking my mothers death and my families collapse very badly. I couldn't focus on school anymore and didn't have any real friends to rely on. I had always been a bit of a shut-in and figured college would help me grow out of it. It didn't. When I was put on academic probation and forced to leave my university, I had no where else to turn. I called my father and he asked me to come home.