Well... I finally sucked up my depression enough to actually get out of bed and go downstairs (where my dad is 99.9% of the time). He didn't say anything... I went and grabbed the mail and brought it to him and he asked in his normal kinda perky voice "Whaddya want for dinner tonight? I saw a casserole in this magazine that looked good." so he showed it to me and we agreed to have that tonight. He made a list and off I went to the grocery store... I came back and made myself lunch (first meal in about 24 hours) and as I was doing it he said "You need to focus on school and your career... this is the only time you're gonna have health insurance and (some other stuff I've been blacking out lately) don't worry about the other stuff" and thats it... he had a stern tone in his voice but he was a lot nicer than my mom was last night. I went next door and my mom asked "Did your father talk to you?" And I said "A little bit" she asked "did he help you?" and I said "not really (and regurgitated the conversation he and I had)" and then she said "well I don't want to talk about it" and I said "Well then we're on the same page about it" and thats it... they're a bit nicer than they were last night... but I can tell there is a lot of awkward tension between my parents and I... I know that things aren't normal now... nor will they return to being normal... its just... really hard to deal with...