Every Day I Wonder What Mood My Father's Going To Be In When He Comes Home. ...

And it's driving me fucking crazy. Why the hell do I have to care about how he feels? But every day for months now I wonder if I'm gonna get Happy Baba or Angry Baba. My thoughts for the vast majority of my day is, I hope he's not going to act all crazy and shit. The past few weeks he's been, um, normal. But in the back of my head I'm thinking he's even more due for a blow-up. And as much as I try to fight it, I subliminaly try and do things to assuage any bad moods he might be in when he comes home from work. Why do I do that? How can I live like this?