My parents are fighting. It's really bad. The worst thing about it is that it's not even one of those shouty-fights. It's those quiet, I give up, I'm tired of this. I truly hate you fights.
It's the night before Dad leaves for the wedding abroad and what did my mum tell him? Don't bother calling, don't bother talking to me. In all seriousness.
One of the worst things she's ever said. You're meant to send people off saying fly safe, take care..
The hatred between my parents is incredible. And these fights, they're always over such petty STUPID things. It's unbelievably frustrating.
My sister just posted pictures of her holiday on Facebook and the stark contrast between these lives is unbearable. Every time things get bad at home, my sister always tells me to stay at her house, just to go over there. And I forget, so easily.
Then I come back and there's the hate again. I'm sitting here now, knowing my sister doesn't have a clue. My parents, especially my mum, says don't tell her anything, she's pregnant, you can't tell a pregnant woman your troubles. So I don't. But I have no one else to talk to, my sister hates hearing it, but she'll listen..sorta. My friends, I really can't talk to them.
I hate that my sister so easily forgets, and wants to forget, she doesn't want to know their troubles. I don't begrudge her for that, it's just I can't do that myself. No matter where I am, I cannot forget, my parents are out there unhappy. It makes me unhappy. And it's never gonna change. I thought a little while ago, they've given me faith in divorce. I've never thought a more sad thought in my life.
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