I don't know what to do about him; he'll be seventeen in a few weeks, and his temper flares up if he doesn't get *exactly* as he wants. He treats me like I have to have his permission to do things in "his" house; and if I do something that interferes with his ideal situations, he pushes me around, literally like some junior high school bully. He wants everyone to be afraid of him, like he owns the place.
But I do feel like I've thrown off my family's new balance, and all. It makes me really not want to be here, because the adjustment isn't going well.
A work of art is an invitation to love.