I can't see how people call it not a big deal when their parents fight. I mean, I guess I am clingy. I guess I am overly sensitive or whatever. But I can't take it. I find myself crying behind the toilet or throwing oranges at the shed or whatever... I just don't know. I really can't take it on the weekends it happens. It always happens the same way.
I hate that, I honestly just hate. It. Mom doesn't want me to tell anyone about this but I suppose typing this here is fine cuz no one here knows us. Maybe I won't even post.
It always starts the same way: one gets mad at the other for forgetting something or not letting them forget something. Then the yelling and the crying and the yelling again. The dogs and I somewhere in my room or me trying to make them stop.
I've always wanted a father. I didn't realize the price. I didn't realize there would be fights and crying and those nights I couldn't fall I asleep and so much more. And so freaking much more.
Then they make peace. But the rest of the day is a silent mess full of headaches and glares and hysterics.
Maybe I'm just too sensitive.