I have tried for years to fix things between him and I. One of the recent things he said that hit home was that everything bad that happened at home is my fault. My fault him and mom split up, my fault that mom has depression and my fault for a bunch of other things. So quite frankly, fuck him. You can't say that kinda shit to your own son who himself is battling anxiety disorder and depression. It's actually his fault everything has gone to shit. He won't take responsibility for ruining the lives of me, mom and my brother. He is dead to the rest of my family. I can't keep repairing a bridge that will keep collapsing. I can't.
But, on the flip side, I hope that me moving out will be the thing that eases the tension. He is happier without me and I am happier without him. Moving out was the best thing I had ever done and I have never felt more free, more fresh and more happier.