Broken I have had another fight with my mother and kinda my father. I feel like I’m driving a wedge between them and my father is driving a wedge between me and my mother. He told my mother that I want to leave and go to my friends house so much is because why would anyone want to stay and be bitched at by you. She then ask me if this is the reason I want to leave, I just didn’t have the heart to tell her yes it would kill her. The truth is yes I want to leave and go and keep going. Run away. Ha ha what a childish thing “I’m going to run away.” Do you remember being a kid and getting angry and telling your parents that you were leaving. I went as far as packing my suitcase. Then my father, before he was gone, told me to go ahead and leave he did’t care. Well then that made it no more fun the game was over. I threw my suitcase down and ran and got in bed with Mommy and Daddy. Now I’m having to chose sides. not really but that what it feels like. It would be much easier for them to get a divorce, it’s sad but no I just want thing to be …. love
No one in my family loves each other I know my brothers don’t have the same bond with me as they have with each other. They think I’m just a brat. I love them but it feels distant. My father is drunk dosn’t love anything more than his drink, I mean not that he dosen’t care for us three kids but I don’t know it’s wrong no not wrong just not right. My mother loves me so much but she is broken you can’t love someone and be as hurt and broken as she is her love is fraggle
My love is Fraggle
Broken
I have had another fight with my mother and kinda my father. I feel like I’m driving a wedge between them and my father is driving a wedge between me and my mother. He told my mother that I want to leave and go to my friends house so much is because why would anyone want to stay and be bitched at by you. She then ask me if this is the reason I want to leave, I just didn’t have the heart to tell her yes it would kill her. The truth is yes I want to leave and go and keep going. Run away. Ha ha what a childish thing “I’m going to run away.” Do you remember being a kid and getting angry and telling your parents that you were leaving. I went as far as packing my suitcase. Then my father, before he was gone, told me to go ahead and leave he did’t care. Well then that made it no more fun the game was over. I threw my suitcase down and ran and got in bed with Mommy and Daddy. Now I’m having to chose sides. not really but that what it feels like. It would be much easier for them to get a divorce, it’s sad but no I just want thing to be …. love
No one in my family loves each other I know my brothers don’t have the same bond with me as they have with each other. They think I’m just a brat. I love them but it feels distant. My father is drunk dosn’t love anything more than his drink, I mean not that he dosen’t care for us three kids but I don’t know it’s wrong no not wrong just not right. My mother loves me so much but she is broken you can’t love someone and be as hurt and broken as she is her love is fraggle
My love is Fraggle
