Originally, the problem wasn't so bad.
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Then it grows worse. A fight forms, and they keep fighting that until they forget what it was all about. Even then, things don't change. The treatment they put each other under doesn't change.
Usually it was never a problem to me, but this time it's getting worse. Usually my parents try to keep it in each other for my sake, but now they've started fighting in front of me.
It's grown so ridiculous to the point where they try to keep me away from each other, or until I join in the fighting. Usually when I do, I settle things in the end. It takes a while to calm them down but I do manage to do it somehow.
I think things grew really bad when we went to Mexico. My mom and my father's side of the family met for the first time, and though my mom got along well with all of them, my dad became angry because she kept saying "I want to go to our old home." My dad must have taken the statement the wrong way and got very angry at her. I was going to agree with my mom on what she said, but when I found out that he gets angry, I didn't say anything.
I guess what my mom meant to say was "I can't be so comfortable here, I feel like a burden. Nothing's as good as being home, I wish we could be there." But since my dad is overly sensitive, he took it completely the wrong way and thought she was saying that she hated it in the house.
So usually they argued during that point, my dad would call our house a monster house because of the snakes, scorpions, and tarantulas that were found there. My mom didn't really know how to respond, but I guess she didn't want to.
Then we come back here, things grow worse. Dad works long hours, Mom works long hours. They don't see each other which means they can't resolve things. When they come to see each other, they're still holding grudges. Usually I do try to talk to my mom and tell her that she shouldn't be angry at my dad, but she just laughs and says that he's stupid.
When I talk to my dad, he ignores me. It's always been that way. He ignores me all the time when I have something decent to say. He says "You're just a little girl, you don't know."
Maybe I am a little girl, but I know I wouldn't be stupid enough to take things up the ass.
Sometimes I wish things were like when my family was together. When my dad would take us places in his car. When he and my mom actually lived together and talked all the time about how they loved each other. I know these times are only the past, but I wish they would return again.
Wishing for something isn't going to help, but it's some sort of a remedy to me, to think about when things were better.
I don't know, really. This has been going on for the last few months and I just find that I'm the only responsible one. :|
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