well so i just got back a lil bit ago from eating supper with my dad and talking. we talked on the way there just about everything...from my day at school to out new fire station....and my ticket i got ( he was really good about that lol) and then we talked a lil more abotu taht stuff while we ate and then on our way back i decided not to talk so that he could talk to me when he was ready and he did.he didn't really say much but i didn't really need him too and i didn't say much because i had already told him everything i felt and stuff. but he asked me if i hated him or resented him for not talking about it to be but he said that he didn't really know what to say or anything that he believed what happend to me and that it wasn't my fault at all. and i told him i didn't and that i mostly resented mom because she didn't seem to believe me or wanted to help me. and he asked me if i thought i needed a counselor or a therapist and i told him mom finally got me one but all i had to do was fill it out and stuff and he said ok and that we'd get on that and do that. he told me to hold my head up high and that he and mom believed in me. and that's what i really wanted to hear i guess. so the talk was good. thanks you guy's for alway's being there for me!! i love you guy's soooo much!!