This is mainly to "gigi."

Round 2. I spent so long to write a response that it was erased when I sent it (hope you guys know what I mean).

Here were go again. Anyways I'm 19. I mainly told you those things about my mom to illustrate the point that my dad is not trying to do anything immoral by ensuring that the oil check stays his, and I didn't want to be preached to about the wife's needs.

I'm so sick of women being treated and told they're better than men ("fairer sex," and whatnot), when the truth is we're all equal. There's no doubt about it; women are given the benefit of the doubt. The sympathy. The empathy. My dad is the sweetest man. My mom is an animal. Period.

Want to hear about my mom? Fine.

When my sister and I were in elementary school, my dad woke up my mom in the evening to ask my mom something (presumably about money) and my mom went into a rage, calling my dad's inheritance from his parents "dead money." She became violent, pushing, prodding, etc. She started hitting him. The fight progressed out into the rain, my dad fighting back because he realized he was going to get hurt otherwise. So my lovely mother pushed him down several times, hitting him. Yes, my dad hit back, but because he was drunk and she was no longer a woman; she was an animal with intent to kill. Who knows how bad my dad would've been hurt if he didn't walk away... The next day was Thanksgiving, and my parents showed up to the family get-together with black eyes and on crutches.

Two years ago, my mom came home from partying drunk, screaming, grunting, cursing, and crying. She went into the kitchen's knife drawer, grabbed a knife, and tried to slit her wrists. My dad and I had to use all of our strength to pull the knife from her grips. She was pushing and hitting my dad. She pushed me and at one point picked me up over her head just like a wrestler would. Her strength really is amazing. We called the cops as soon as we could. Two cops came. One took her outside, talked to her, and brought her back in, telling us that she's "no longer a threat." The nerve. The cop went ahead and decided for us that we're no longer in fear of our safety. Apparently, he got to decide if our fear was genuine. A year later my parents quit drinking, but recently my mom comes home buzzed to drunk most nights, while my dad is still sober, yet she vehemently denies drinking while simultaneously accusing my dad of doing so.

She's gone to therapy, but then she stops and reverts. We've put up with it for too long. I haven't spoken to her in weeks because I know she'll make me regret being nice to her.

She wants sympathy. She never goes to her parents, except to hear the words "oh, you poor thing!" She went to get sympathy from her parents, recently. As soon as she left, her parents called my dad and I to tell us what all was said. My mom came home later that night and twisted everything around, saying her parents put her down and accused her of things, yada-yada, which was not the case.

All my dad, sister, and I want is to be happy. Anyone who willingly impedes another's happiness is a bad person. She makes life miserable.

Telling me I'm the one who needs therapy... In that case, my sister, dad, grandparents, uncles, and aunts need therapy, too. It couldn't simply be that my mother is indeed mentally unsound and destructive, could it?

It seems like you've never dealt with a sociopath. I don't pretend to understand you or your situation, not one bit, so why try to say you understand our situation better than ourselves?