Greg was your dad, but due to you're mom it was hard. To say the lease.

The constant arguing, the glares, the bickering, him living in the basement.

You questioned why couldn't they just love each other, why they couldn't at least get along instead of arguing or screaming over the stupidest things.

You're in highschool, Greg lives in a shitty apartment and your mom is a lesbian who got to keep the house.

You take turns from either staying with your mom and watch her new partner get so flirty everyday or go to your dad's where he kinda struggles to get you things.

You had a particular horrible day at school and you didn't even bother to call you're mom so you just called your dad sobbing as you waited for him on the curb.

"Hey Jellybean, let's go home yeah?."