No Limits.

It seems to always be like this, he comes home, she screws up, they fight. I was wondering today what the name is for being scared of conflict. That would describe me. I hate conflict, and I avoid it, but I can't help but to join in to help loved ones. It is some sick masochistic behavioral thing. I guess. I just wish that they would stop all of their nonsense. That she would stop screwing everything up. That he would stop going away on long trips. That we could all get along well. Of course we can't though, we are fucking family after all. How likely is it that we could all just get along with each other for more than five minutes? Not very. This is my fucking nightmare, my reality, my life and my dreams all combined into a miserable and constant cycle of conflicts.

- Anonymous.