tug-of-war
So, it never really bothered me that my parents divoroced.
Probably because I don’t remember much regarding that point in time. I wasn’t too young, in 4th grade maybe.. maybe 5th. I really have no recognition [I don’t remember bad things. when im upset, mad, i later forget everything that happened]
So anyway.. My parents divorced when I was the big kid in elementary school or just starting middle school. Didn’t bother me. It seemed better than always having your parents argue. So it’s just now starting to get old.
changing houses every sunday.
WEEKLY. Picking up and moving. dont forget the straightner. or the hair dryer.. or your work clothes. Or your books for school. Or that shirt you are dying to wear this week.
Getting grief from the other parent when you’re not at their house.
Thats what gets me.
I’m at my dads house and all I hear about is how lonely my mom is when we’re not there.. and how much she misses me. and how sad she is.
I’m at my moms house and all I hear about is how it’s just him and the cats and he gets so lonely without us here and how his depression doesnt help any. And how he cant afford his depression meds and all of this.
They expect us to carry a lot of their weight on top of the luggage we already tote back and forth from house to house.
I understand they both want to see both of their kids every day of their lives.. But hearing about it alll the time is staring to wear me down.
cause i want them to be happy, but i cant be everywhere at once.
dfafkl!