Devorce....A word that means two parents moving out of a house. In my case, an all out war for money with no mercy. My parents are currently in two houses, and as I said earlier, their in a fight that (in my opinion) is getting out of hand. And the thing that seems the worst is that I may need to take sides. My mom saying things that may not be true, and my head is mixed up due to the questions "Who should I beleve?" and "Is it true?". Well one thing that espcially disturbed me is about The Red PT Crusier That my dad gave to me. When I was talking to my mom, about the PT Crusier, she mentioned somthing about it being "Their Car", but when I think back to my Dad's 39th birthday (which is when he got it) My grandma Maria baught him that car! so she lied to court to get the car. Then about 2 weeks after this incident, my entire world shaddered. My dad was bawling his eyes out telling me about moving. He told me that my mom was trying to get some money that my dad didnt have. We would need to move to somewere, else only my dad would need to get a new, lower paying job, and I would half to leave everything I owned. My mom took a knife and stabbed my hopes, my dreams, and my stuff. In my dad's words "She was poking and giggling at his wounds"....It hurts, IT HURTS!! Im literaly in tears...I...I half to go....