When I was around 12 years old, my parents would constantly fight. I noticed that my brothers could always block it out. They would play video games and mind their own business, but I just couldn’t ignore it.
You would always find me sitting on the stairs, or anywhere close to my parents… listening to them clash. Maybe it was because I could feel who was the person in the wrong, or that I could feel if it was going to be more than just another innocent quarrel. I just couldn’t stop myself from being immersed with the pain and anger that they felt. I could not just block it out.
Years later, mom left dad and took all of us kids out of state. I did not want to go; I was upset. But I also ‘knew’ it was for the best. I sensed it would turn out to be a bad situation if we stayed. I knew. Read the rest of this entry »