Fights ensued constantly between my mother and I about trivial things. Screaming and yelling grew each and every day until one day we both could not just take each other and I eventually moved out of my sister’s home. My family and I went from being the happiest to the most depressed. After I moved out I had several conversations with friends and relatives over the situation and knew it wasn’t the correct thing to do, but sometimes doing the correct thing may become into a even worse situation and staying around my mother with both having so much anger was not going to end well. It killed me to see my father saddened by the situation, but I told him me leaving was going to be