Damn I hate parents.
I hate divorce. I hate marriage. I hate it when they fight. I hate them fighting loud, I hate them fighting quiet. I hate them fighting in secret, across the phone, on the computer, on the answering machine, through the mail, at work, at home, in the car, at Grandma's house. I hate it all. I hate it when they cuss, I hate it when they yell, I hate it when they talk to each other sarcastic tones and call each other names. I hate it when they talk to me after they fight........I feel dirty. I hate the uncomfortable atmosphere. I hate the awkward silence. I hate talking to them when they fight. I hate it when they hide things from me. I hate when they leave after they fight. I hate how they pretend to be ok about it all. I hate it how they ignore the fact that they are fighting. I hate it when they buy me things to try to compensate for the fact that they fight. I hate how when they fight my heart cries a sorrowful tone that matches my childhood escaping/being replaced by the harsh, horrible adult world being forced upon my head at too young an age, the adult world of pain and suffering and petty problems that people have and the horrible things that drive two loving human beings to forsake their commitment to each other.

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