My parents hate each other. And it hurts so much because I love our little family. I love us a lot. But without me in the equation, everything comes tumbling down through the branches. I think they’re staying together for my brother, who’s still in high school, but it’s so hard being home. Because my dad is so dense sometimes and my mom is so mean to him and I’ve spent so many nights crying over them and they have no idea. I’ve never seen them hug, kiss, and they never spend any one-on-one time together. Screw them for letting me think tense silences and passive aggression is normal.
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