[2] long and complex

Sometimes I feel that even though scientifically each day is the same length and I do the same basic functions, the other occurrences which surround the basic parts eventually come together to decide for me how difficult my waking hours are going to become. It seems today has been nearly as long and complex as an invisible ball of string or a double helix of DNA.
The school part, far from being the hardest, is always the most straightforward part of my day. It's once I get home that everything becomes riddled with implication, problem, and disquiet. My sister came home today and found a cousin had committed suicide. I'd like to say the tragedy ends there but it's unfortunate. She is not really my sister, she is my mother's boyfriend's daughter from his second marriage. It was his wife's second marriage too... Hence, she has two older half-sisters.

The divorce proeedings are long and arduous, no need to go into detail with that. Basically now mother's boyfriend is refusing to attend the funeral on the pretence that "I'm not part of that family any more".
From ten every night all I hear is him telling my mother how I've upset his daughter and how I annoy him and it doesn't work here and he's not happy with the way I behave. They don't listen to each other, those three.

There is a great lack of communication and you can see it because they all get so angry with each other and their laziness and stupidity makes me angry at them. the daughter has a new coat that she got two days ago, I said she should go hang it up rather than leaving it crumpled, my mother told me off, I'd found it on the chair I wanted to sit on so I gave it to the daughter, my mother got angry, I got angry, I left the room... My entire life is like this, all the time. I can't do a single thing without somebody being angry at me, but how else am i supposed to sit where I want or get things done?

On Monday, said daughter cried for two hours, loudly, walking round and talking to herself... Mumbling... Generally I shut the door on these things but she opened it and came and cried near my room and it was annoying but I said nothing. Then I got mad because I couldn't do my homework until late because of the distraction... And then everybody got mad at me for blaming her, like it was my fault... What, stupid thought processes here.... It can't be my fault....