My parents divorced when I was 6... my dad was verbally abusive, and would yell at my brother and I for everything. We stayed with my mom and would go to my dad's trailer everyother weekend, we did that for about 5 years... then my dad meet this one woman, Donna, who at first seemed nice, but she ended up getting pregnant and they had a baby boy, Mikey. After that she got on drugs(crystal meth). Mikey is now 7 and he lives with my dad and Donna.... My brother and I quit visiting my dad on the weekends about the same time they had the baby... We couldn't deal with Donna anymore, the cops would show up constintly because they would always fight. She would call the cops and make up stories to send my dad to jail, and when we were helping my dad move, she stabbed herself with a screw driver, and then called the cops, so they could arrest my mom... which is the biggest bs ever because we seen her stab herself. I could type for hours, about everything that Donna and my Dad put us through, but I'm tired right now. lol But mainly, my dad lives about 2 minutes away, and the only time he calls or visits, is when he needs a baby sitter for Mikey. I'm 19 now, and what I went through is nothing compared to what my brother Mikey is going through, his mom sleeps all day because she's on drugs, and he does everything for himself.. its so sad, but we try to keep him as much as possible. We're even considering getting custady of him.