yesterday I got home late and found my dad drunk and he spent like an hour straight rambling at me while I just smiled and nodded trying to get out of it. He told me that he knew years ago and distanced himself from me because of it but he is depressed and cries every day because “my son died”, even that I am possessed and this is the devil punishing him for being a christian. Ended with me “agreeing” to cut my hair, going to church and stopping being “homossexual” because he was crying and emotional and hugging me and I was scared this could take a sharp turn. tf do i do now? Just in case I already packed all my important stuff and left this morning but idk where do I go from here