11 am, home:
Dad: "I married the wrong woman."
Emily: "... What?"
Dad: "Before we got married, we made an agreement that I took care of our childrens education, our house, jobs, and our future, and then I would be free to do whatever I wanted. And that includes getting back onto the track. And now, I have taken care of my part of the agreement, wait, I've actually given back 5 times what I agreed to, and she has kept me prisoner the whole time."
Emily: "... Look dad, if getting a divorce is what it's going to take for you to take control of your own life, me and Kev are going to support you the whole time."
Dad: ...


1:30 pm, Brighton, via text:
Emily: If mum and dad split, and we were forced to choose out of them to live with, I would choose dad.
Kevin: I couldn't decide.
Emily: Lol, because mum actually loves you, so you would love her in return.
Kevin: Yep. I love dad aswell.
Emily: Haha. Yeah. But mum treats me like dirt all the time, so thats why I would pick dad.
Kevin: True...


5:34 pm, Home:
Dad: "You know, if you and me have a divorce, and eventually that will happen if you keep treating me like crap, I'm taking the kids with me."
Mum: "Yeah, go ahead, take them."
Dad: "I'm serious... I will."
Mum: "Be my guest."
Emily: "I'd be happy to live with dad. I'd actually have some control of my own life."
Mum: "David, look at the bullshit you've put into our kids' heads. You've brainwashed them, and so have your family."
Emily: "No, mum. Dad hasn't done anything. And because of you, I havn't seen his family for around 7 years, so they definately havn't done anything. I'm being serious about what I said, and so did dad. I mean, you can't even talk to us in a fucken proper tone! You can't even go a fucking day without having a go at all of us over something! I'm a good girl, mum.  I get pretty good grades at school, and I've never gotten a suspension. Actually, I've never even got a fucking detention! I'm being forced into piano, and you know that I hate it. I'm forced into doing stupid accelerated maths this year. I have good friends, and I'm hardley ever allowed out with them. I've only said yes to half the things they invite me to, and sometimes when they ask to go out, I don't even ask you because I know you won't let me. I can't do anything without your permission. You don't treat me like a teenager, like you should! You have it so easy compared to other parents. What more do you want from me, mum?! What more can I do to make you happy?!"