*Sigh.* Well, this is lovely...
Let's start this out clearly. When I was 3 years old, my Mom divorced my bio dad for being abusive towards me, and her. I was young at the time, and didn't understand it. When I was 10, my bio dad finally stopped seeing me. This was kinda out of the blue, and the last time I saw him was in a very aggressive light, in which he and... my step mother... went about throwing both the Christmas tree, AND the fucking Menorah out the window (Yes, I was raised Jewish [Dad] and Catholic [Mom], go figure that one out).
Anyway, that kinda fucked me up. That, on top of coming out to my parents as a TB at the time, wasn't helping. Over the past 6 years, I'm still trying to get over it. It's hard to let it go, the way things went. There's a lot more to it than that, including a whole fiasco about my dad lying to me about the wedding and shit... lot of crazy stuff.
Since I was roughly 3 or 4, my mom got together with my step dad. My step dad was a really nice guy, honestly. He did hardwood flooring for a living, made tons of cash, and was good at what he did. He was nice, caring, ETC ETC. He and my mother got married when I was 5.
I forget how old I was, but, my step dad got into a bad car accident in the winter. His car went down a very steep hill, and flipped. His shoulder was gravely injured. He can use it now, but, it was fucked up for a while. Obviously, he couldn't work, and we lost our house. Eventually, we moved into where we are now. He fell deep into depression... in front of myself and my mother, tried to kill himself with a large glass container-thingy. Like a giant fruit bowl? Whatever. Anyway, he was admitted, came out after a while, and was put on meds. My mother stayed with him through that. It took him a VERY long time, but, he eventually found some that worked right for him. Well, he stopped taking them. Why? Because he just did.
Now, whenever he DOESN'T take his pills (which is fairly often) he has an attitude towards EVERYONE, and sleeps on the couch all day. He hasn't taken a fucking shower in 2 weeks for shit's sake! Still, my mom tried staying with him. Even after she found other girls' phone numbers in his car. Even after she found text messages, she stayed with him. Well, he finally got some government benefits! Yay. Then he met his cousin, whom he hadn't ever met before, Scott.
Scott's an asshole. Kinda homophobic, too, if you ask me, and an ex-pimp/drug dealer. Yeah, my step dad takes advice from him! Ain't that nice? Though, he does have a wife and a kid and shit.
So, my dad started being more of an asshole. The house and marriage has been falling apart, and he didn't/doesn't fucking care. He left my mom for a week to go upstate with Scott, knowing my mom was super depressed and lonely because he never goes into her fucking room to check up on her, I do!
It's come to a point recently where they decided they were getting a divorce. Over the past few days, my parents have been fighting. It's now gotten to a point where they're SCREAMING at each other every day. But, it's gotten to another point just a half hour ago, where now they aren't gonna talk. Me and my mother are going to be moving out to a friend's house. I'm gonna start working (something I was already planning on doing) and once that's all good... well, I will probably be moving to another country. (I would like to keep that kinda private, if you all don't mind.)
My mom, over the past few months, has been talking to this guy she met. This guy is so nice, so sweet- even I've talked to him. He honestly cares for my mother, and he wants her to move in with him. My mom says that this man makes her feel like she wants to live again. Seeing and hearing this tears me apart, because I want her to be happy and she can't be living here right now! So, soon, I'm going to be moving with my mom into the friend's house across town. It'll be a small step into the next chapter of my life. My youngest brother will probably stay with my dad, and my full blood brother, the middle one, will stay with this friend. He's best friends with her son, and she is helping my mom get through this, too. My dad has been making kinda threatening remarks to my brother, because he's been being rude to him and shit. Neither side there is right. I, though, would be (will be) moving with my mom to this other country.
I'm kinda scared... Well, maybe not scared, but, nervous. This is all hitting me so hard so fast. I've known my step dad for so many years, it's kinda depressing to see him act like this. He was never like this... he was happy, energetic! He wanted things and got them the easiest way he could, and was kind to all of us. My mom was happy, and energetic, and would take me and my brothers out places and we were happy! Now, we're not, and in order for us to be we need to split up. My mom is letting my youngest bro stay with my step dad because he's my step dad's only blood related son, and Wayne wants to go with him, not my mom.
This is all just... ugh. I don't even know. Does anyone have advice? Has anyone gone through this? Please, I mean... this is like, number 2 for me... what do I do? How do I cope with this? What can I do to better this situation?