Welcome home Mandy! Your whole world has been changed without your consent!

So I come home yesterday from a great vacation. I relaxed, I read, I wrote, I didn't have to do anything. I was sad that the trip was over but you know I would get over it soon enough. Little did I know then that the only place in the world I would want to be is back on that boat or back in Manhattan where my would was still intact. On the way home from eating my mom and dad split my sister and I up in their cars. I went with my mom and my sister went with my dad. On the way home my mom dropped a bomb and a huge buzz kill to my vacation mood. She told me that she had moved out.

I still don't know what to think. I understand everything going on. I know its for the best, I know its so her and dad can work on their relationship, I know its so the can try and save their marriage. I know all of this but it sucks. My house is empty, my dog is gone (most of the time), my mom is gone, and all I can do is sit here. I have no emotion I just keep crying. I'm upset but I'm not angry or sad or happy or excited. I'm just upset and shocked and I don't know what to do so I just cry. I don't want to leave my room cause its the only room in the house that hasn't been touched. And even though I know that nothing has been really and truly taken it feels like something has been. My mom came by today and borrowed seasons 1-3 of One Tree Hill and now that she has taken those out of my room I feel like I can't even be in there. This would probably be easier if I wasn't living at home and I didn't have to wake up to a house with only half the furniture in it. My sister's room has no furniture cause my mom took it, the loveseat, big tv, chair, and other random stuff are gone. She even took all the pictures of my sister and I off the walls. And she took stuff out of MY bathroom. I was going to clean my room this week cause the girls I nanny are gone for the week but I can't do that. To much in this house has changed and I need my room to be messy and chaotic and I need to worry about stepping on something every time I walk in.

My sister helped last night when we were talking in my room but then she left and now I'm alone. My dad is here but I'm alone. I went on a drive with Allison last night and it helps but when I get back home and the reality of and half empty house with no mom and no dog hits me square in the face. I just don't know what to do. So I'm just going to sit in my room and stay here cause its the only room in the house that hasn't been changed.