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This fairly violent cartoon is an extreme dramatization of how life as a Senior feels at the moment. I have been waiting for a good majority of my life to leave this House of Broken Glass. Every good child loves their parents to death, and I do, but with all the things I have had to deal with in this home I am just counting the days until I can finally move out (hopefully into a dorm, I can not spend more than another year here). Some people live a life that they can appreciate and in a home filled with true love and care for one another. I am not as fortunate. Just as a forewarning to my readers, I’m not typing this blog as a plea for help or looking for some kind of sympathy, I just figured it’s a part of my life, so I would post it up here.

I suppose if my parents ever found this they would give me some kind of lecture about how I shouldn’t be posting our lives up for public view. Well today, waking up to my mother yelling at my father about how he won’t get off his lazy ass and do the chores she asked him to do (over and over again like a broken record) and my father ripping a cabinet door off it’s (already broken) hinges, I realized that I am no longer some 10 year old cowering in fear on the couch as my mom leaves the house and my dad throws her purse in the pool, I am almost an adult and enough is enough. I am at my breaking point and it is no longer “our” lives, it’s “my” life that they are screwing around with when they do this.

I have stood by for as long as I can remember watching my parents do horrible things to each other, then turn around to hold some facade around other people. I guess this facade is somewhat a reflection of the good they have in them, and how they can actually be good, loving, caring, and responsible parents. These are the parents those of you who know me personally know, and please don’t treat them any differently after reading this. It is just a whole new experience once you have lived under their roof for 17 years and you have seen them behind closed doors.

The acidic relationship my parents have has traumatized me mentally, I believe. I know I am still in High School, but so far I haven’t been able to  hold a relationship much longer than a month or two, because of insecurities within myself. I do not want to be in a relationship like my parents are in. I don’t want to be in a relationship where I would cheat on my wife, and she would respond by cheating on me….and still say i was completely in the wrong. I hope that came out right. I digress. They need each other only because of me and they’ve been together for so long they don’t know what the hell they would do without each other, as if time was glue: the longer two things are held together the more messed up the two things get when they are seperated (paper gets ripped off, glue stays on, it’s just a big mess). Another thing I have noticed in myself is that I am more and more jumpy when I hear a loud noise (due to my mother and father’s knack for throwing things around when they are arguing). At times, I would have a quick flashback of one of their worse fights when someone slams a door or something.

For fear that I will lose my friends due to them thinking I’m insane, and in fear that I will reveal one fact too many, because I can tell you there is a lot I can go into, I will just end my rant here. I love my parents, and they can be the best parents ever, but if they go through a little episode like this again I’m just going to run away to Boston or some place where we used to be happier.