My Dad is clinically depressed and is going through a serious valley in life. He no longer wants to live the married life, and no longer wishes to live here. He's moving out soon, and will be gone for probably about a month. I'm not sure if it's permanent, since we've been through this before and he got over it. I've told my parents they need serious marital councilling and hopefully they work to get back on track. It's really an odd situation. They aren't divorcing, but more physically separating.
I don't even know what to feel. I'm very numb. I'm mad at my Dad because he's destroying my Mother. But at the same time, he's my Dad. He still loves us, and we still love him. I think the problem lies in the fact that my parents really have no separate identity. I told my Dad today, he's my mom's third child. She does everything for him, and he says he has no control over his own life.
I'm so frusturated, really. I'm feeling the widest spectrum of emotions. I want my Dad to move out, because I KNOW it's the only way he's gonna realise what he has. In the same vein, I don't know if I can handle waking up Sunday mornings and not having breakfast with my entire family.
So, I guess that's it. Dad's moving out. Weird. Sad. I don't even know.