family matters

I went for a 6km bike ride with my father this evening. I went because my mom was going to go with him, but she had plans with her friend so she couldn't. Everything I just said, for my family, is strange. Something changed. Like a month ago. My dad never went bike riding. I didn't even know my mom knew how to ride a bike, and them do it together? Me going? Weird. Every evening at my house consisted of, my father yelling at me to do the dishes, then going downstaris to sit in his lay-z-boy to watch Seinfeld. Mom would sit upstairs and watch the news. I think that bad things were going down. Mom used to complain about him really bad, about how he never wanted to do anything fun or go anywhere with her. And money. They fought about money really bad a lot. And coffee. That was the big argument. It was too expensive to buy coffee everyday. Coffee? Really? And dad was really hard on us...always yelling and lecturing about everything. Stupid little things like too many shoes left in the front hall closet. Anyway, one night there was a blow out and I was fairly certain that my parents were splitting up. And then, like the next day, complete 180. Now, dad and mom go out all the time, dad signed them up for dance lessons! DANCE LESSONS! Whatever! That's insane. He hugged me when I left for a movie with friends. Him and mom are all huggy and snuggly...it's weird. Just because they've never been like that. And they're all into doing stuff as a family now. And that's how I ended up biking 6km with my dad. And he does't yell anymore. That makes me happy. It was too hard before. You couldn't even talk to him because you'd just end up with a lecture. It was tiring and frustrating. I never even talked to him. It was getting to the point where I was going to have no relationship whatsoever with him. I really didn't want that to happen but I didn't know how to fix it. But he's changed. And its good. Hopefully things will stay this way.