I've heard all your wonderful advice and words...and believe me, I agree. I am working on getting out. It's just not going to happen tonight. My blood pressure is currently through the roof and I just need to vent. I am trying to study for an Enlightenment final and Dave's kid is screaming. SCREAMING. I don't know what it's over and I don't care. I just know that right now I cannot escape it. The library is closed and I need Internet. I have a portable fan, ceiling fan, white noise maker going, AND classical music playing loudly. I can STILL hear the tirade ensuing down there. I'm upstairs in my study, where I spend all of my time while I'm here. They are downstairs in the family room. This home is a tri-level and there is a balcony which overlooks the family room. The balcony door is in Brandon's bedroom. I went in there to shut the door, and then his "regular" bedroom door, in an effort to block the screaming. As soon as I did this, the kid came upstairs charging at me...not physically but swearing and screaming in my face to get out of his room. I did not say a word. I just came back in here and shut the door and he eventually went away. Dave, of course, did not intervene at all. Earlier there were pencils and papers all over the dining room floor. Not school papers, just things like junkmail and such. I'm not sure where it came from, but I picked it all up and threw it in the trash. Dave just barged in here and started screaming at me for "being a b***h" for throwing away his son's schools supplies. I simply responded that anything important should be taken better care of and not strewn about the dining room. He screamed at me about how my behavior is bull**** and other such profanity, then slammed the door and went away. I'm just trying to study. That's all. Why can't they just leave me alone??