My parents are on a break.
As of…this morning, I think.
My dad hasn’t spoken to my mom in three days.
How can you ignore someone for three days when you sleep in the same bed as them?
If I care about someone enough to share their bed, to share years of my life with them,
the last thing I would do is ignore them.
(In case you didn’t know, I’m big on communication – if I’m upset with you and you’re my good friend,
I’m going to let you know, because I want to fix things immediately).
This morning she told him she needed a break.
He moved into my grandmother’s old house.
I was angry after she and I got off the phone.
It’s hard for me to hear her cry, because I’m used to my mother being a really strong, independent person.
Up until my parents starting having issues around high school graduation time,
the only time I remember my mom crying was once, when I was maybe five.
But my anger was because I tried calling my dad and he didn’t answer.
He texted me and told me he didn’t want to talk,
that he knew I was hurting and I would be okay.
Livid, I called him back until he answered.
But yeah, that’s happening.
I’ve not been able to hold myself together long enough to leave my room for about an hour and a half now.
I’m lucky to have an amazing friend in Sean, he was there for me when I was falling apart a little while ago,
as he always is when I think I might just break.
(I intend to let him know how grateful I am to have him in my life everytime I feel this grateful,
for the rest of forever. So he never forgets how important he is to me.)
I don’t think there are words for how lucky I am,
for him especially,
but for all my friends.
I’m gonna go eat some dinner now.
Peace, Love, and strength,