I'm sort of drunk. But hey, it's this rum-drunkeness that's gotten me writing here, right? I'm interested to know what I'll think tomorrow of what I'm writing now.
So, my dad is dating other women while my mom's in Oregon. My mother knows, of course. They're both very hurt, sad people right now. I'd hate to even theoretically place myselves in their shoes.
Actually, I'm a pretty hurt, sad person right now. I'm not so upset though at this given moment because I'm a big fan of quick resolutions.
None of this has hit my perverbial fan yet. I don't totally grasp my mom, my dad--my parents--aren't going to BE any more. How can I explain to people that've never gone through this how it feels? I admit, me being an older, more mature person has rescued me from the agony of split custody and all that. I thought that this would bring no consequence of hurt at my age, but most assuredly I was wrong. This DOES hurt. I do hurt. Where's the preservation of my younger happiness?
My parents are selling my house. The house I grew up in my whole life. My house has died. The backyard has suffered, the house is no longer undergoing reinvention; my father has become more my friend than paternal paradigm. My mother is out of mind until my dad tells me to call her on her birthday. I won't come home to my bedroom. I bet it would've half-way been transformed into a sewing or storage room or something.
After proof-reading I just realized I used a plural form of 'myself' in the second paragraph. Go me.
So, my dad is dating other women while my mom's in Oregon. My mother knows, of course. They're both very hurt, sad people right now. I'd hate to even theoretically place myselves in their shoes.
Actually, I'm a pretty hurt, sad person right now. I'm not so upset though at this given moment because I'm a big fan of quick resolutions.
None of this has hit my perverbial fan yet. I don't totally grasp my mom, my dad--my parents--aren't going to BE any more. How can I explain to people that've never gone through this how it feels? I admit, me being an older, more mature person has rescued me from the agony of split custody and all that. I thought that this would bring no consequence of hurt at my age, but most assuredly I was wrong. This DOES hurt. I do hurt. Where's the preservation of my younger happiness?
My parents are selling my house. The house I grew up in my whole life. My house has died. The backyard has suffered, the house is no longer undergoing reinvention; my father has become more my friend than paternal paradigm. My mother is out of mind until my dad tells me to call her on her birthday. I won't come home to my bedroom. I bet it would've half-way been transformed into a sewing or storage room or something.
After proof-reading I just realized I used a plural form of 'myself' in the second paragraph. Go me.
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reznorfan05:
I know exactly waht you mean. My parents are on the verge of splitting up and theyve been this way for about 2 years. Mom works in SD and i live with my dad in Redlands. My sister doesnt really know whats going on because she get everything she wants from both sides. Moms mad at me cause i want to move out and cant understand why. And my dad would probably not bat an eye if i told him i wanted to become a paganist. Arent familys great? I think not.
user0388058038:
Yay, you live in my hometown!