I just posted a new poem, it's called All The Tears. It's about how many kids feel like their parents fighting is their fault. I felt like that when my parents would fight. It has to be one of the worst feelings in the world. I kept telling myself, "Be good and they won't fight" It's horrible having to lie in bed listening to him scream at her. My brother would sleep in my room cause they'd be outside his room screaming. We'd listing to Blink 182's Stay Together For The Kids over and over and over, talking about t he different ways we
could get them to stop fighting. We never tried, our dad would have just freaked on us.
People often wonder why i can't stand hearing about people cheating on their boy/girlfriend/wife/husband. I have absolutly no sympathy for people who cheat, cause of my dad. He slept with my mom's best friend and my best friend's mother. And then moved in with her. And then went on to touch each other while all of us kids were sitting there. Can't tell you just how scarring that is. Especially when you ask your father in febuary if he's sleeping with the woman and he looks you in the eye and says no and then freaks out on you. And then your mother tells you on the last day of school that he is indeed sleeping with that woman.
Wow i'm rambling, i better just shut-up now...
Cheating Father
April 20th, 2007 at 04:54am