My parents are separated, so the holidays are kind of hectic. No one wants to be alone, so my two separate family's collide. It's not exactly something I enjoy, but I would really feel bad if one of my parental units was left out. And I kind of like the fact that I didn't have to leave my house to spend time with my family.
I love my parents dearly, but it gets kind of awkward when they are in the same house for a numerous amount of hours. I guess it's the different feelings that are being tossed around like potatoes. My mom doesn't realize that my dad still loves her, and he doesn't know that she has moved on with her life. So this puts me in a strange position, because its completely obvious, yet neither one of them seem to get it. It's like there is a big elephant in the room that everyone is oblivious to.
And honestly when my mom cooks a large meal like Thanksgiving dinner, she get so stressed out that she takes all of her frustration out on everybody else, and it's not exactly pleasant. And of course when my mom is frustrated, I get frustrated because it makes me feel bad for everybody else in the room... It makes me want to lock myself in my room to escape from the jungle that has taken up temporary residence in my home.
But by the end of the day all is right with the world. All the shit that had gone down in the previous hours never happened. And my dad and brother leave, taking all the stuff my mother didn't want. This is my favorite part of Thanksgiving. The house is quiet apart from my mom tossing dishes around. I feel bad for typing this, but I'm really glad my parents no longer live in the same house.
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