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I can hear their voices carrying from their bedroom, the angry tone apparent in their hushed talking. I pull my pillow over my head in a feeble attempt to muffle the sound, but it does not work. Instead, their whispers rise to screams. I hear my mother storm from the bedroom and down the hall, going on about how my father doesn't love her anymore. My father is screaming back, telling her that she's a liar. I can't stop their arguing from reaching my ears. I feel tears well up in my eyes, but I fight them back.
I won't cry anymore. I just won't.
I hear the front door slam shut, my father sink into the sofa. The sound of my dad sobbing is worse than the fighting itself.
I want it to stop so bad. I want it to end now. But it never does, never will. There will always be something to argue over, something to start a spark and ignite a flame.
I try to sleep. I know it isn't good for me to be up so late at night. But my father's crying is ringing in my ears, making it so very hard to fall asleep.
Why is it this way?
I mean, it isn't like my life is that horrible. My parents, despite their growing hatred for each other, still love me very much. I have wondeful friends and I am successful in school.
I can't complain. That would be ungrateful of me.
Instead, I think of the nice times we used to have as a family.
We used to attend the circus when I was young. My mother would be smiling at me as I stared at the show in awe. My father would pat my head and give me cotton candy.
We used to be so innocent, so happy.
What happened..?
Well, I guess our family puts the "fun" in dysfunctional.
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Yeah, speaking of bad days, I think today is mine
Just kick back, relax, and tell yourself that it will be okay.
That's what I do x3
Hope you feel better, friend!