Saturday, May 20, 2006

Parental Units

My parental units, to be exact...

Today is their 28th wedding anniversary. My mom's still asleep. I was able to greet my dad, though. He actually said, "well, I'm happy with you kids."

They're so unhappy with each other. It's so sad... I can tell that, to a certain extent, they care about each other, but I also know that they can't stand each other.

They've been fighting almost everyday, ever since I was a little girl. That's all I can remember about them. Yeah, they'd have "ok" moments, plus, I have 4 younger siblings, so I guess... Well, you know what I mean... (I don't think I want to go there...)

The worst part is that when my siblings and I reach a certain age (around high school), the fighting doesn't scare us anymore. It just starts to piss us off. Now, the only one who's affected by it is my 10-year-old brother. Sometimes, I actually tell him that it's ok because he'll get used to it. I know it's not the most comforting thing to say, but it IS the most honest.

I know they'll never split up. They're so used to being together, they wouldn't know what to do without each other. Haay... I don't even know if that's good or bad...



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