May need some major grammatical help. R for brief language, not that anyone really cares.
Do you know what it's like to be a little kid living in a house where you can only hear your parents arguing? And you want to yell at them that they got married because they loved each other, so stop fighting? How it feels when your life falls apart when they tell you that Dad is moving out "for a while, just to see how things work out"? How your heart breaks when the divorce is finalized, because you hoped he might come back? What it's like to only see him twice a week?
That sick feeling you get in your stomach when they start seeing other people? He spends every waking moment with some lady who owns way to many pets and who owns way too much stuff that clutters her house. And her ignorant bitch of a daughter won't shut up, and her moronic hick of a son can't keep his pants up.
Your mom dates a guy who doesn't stop talking, who tries to make you feel welcome and relate to you when you just want him to shut the fuck up and leave you alone. And then the "fun" family activities start, which aren't fun and aren't even with your family half the time, because they both love that sort of stuff. The more the merrier.
To have that secret little desperate hope shattered when HE proposes to your mom? To feel the air ripped from your lung when your standing completely still? To get vertigo when both feet are firmly on the ground? To get two "new brothers" who are already married? What it feels like when he moves in and your home changes around, physically and emotionally?
What it feels like to live in several houses, none of which are home? To come back from school and walk into a house you've lived in all your life, that looks basically like your home, but it doesn't smell and feel like it? To literally live in your own personal Hell? To actually prefer to be in school? And have your clueless mother wonder why you don't get off the computer and stop texting, or unplug your ipod? To have to try and escape?
And your escape is, sadly, school? To have the best friends in the world, who make you laugh and always make you feel better, but really don't know how you feel? They try to comfort you, but don't really know how to cheer up someone with no emotions. To be the quiet cynic of the group, who just always looks sad?
To know that you lost your old escape, which was going to your dad's house? But now knowing that you probably won't even be sleeping in your own bed, because you'll be spending the night on a couch that's too small and completely public at his girlfriend's house?
You want the world to stop. You want to take a nap. You want things the way they were. You want to go home. But knowing you can't, because you're now trapped in this Hell that's become your life? You want to scream, to cry, to kill someone, crawl under a rock, to die. But mostly, you want a hug.
But knowing you never can, because it would ruin everything? To be too giving, and maybe a masochist? To not want to destroy everyone else's happiness, even though you're miserable? To bite your lip and hold back the tears, and wait for the day that will never come, the day when things get better, the day when things go back to normal?
Do you know what that's like? No, of course not, that's just my life. You probably live some perfect life where your biggest concern is what to wear, and not that you might break down in the middle of french class.
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