I think I'm leaving. She can keep the truck. It means a lot to me but it means even more to me that I don't get into a long battle with someone that likes to hurt other people. I can remember my Father in a lot of other ways. He provided me with so many amazing memories that it wouldn't matter if I had absolutely nothing material of his. But I will be taking the photos. If she gets pissed, she gets pissed. Life goes on.
 I have to get back in school and get on with my life. I cannot wait around here, hoping she changes her mind about the vehicle or the photographs. Plus, hanging around and being made to feel like crap is not something I'm standing for anymore. So as soon as I can get my car fixed, I'm gone.
 I miss my brothers and my mutt. It will be refreshing to see them again. It feels good having made my decision. Now the only problem is making it happen....