I wish my parents would get divorced already and leave me out of it. AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I can't taken the arguing any more. They act like little kids fighting over a toy.
they have been married for almost 30 years and they fight like children they have sense I was a child. I have had to referee my parents for years.
My parents got divorced when I was six, and I pretty sure it's scarred me for life as far as maintaining relationships. They constantly screamed at eachother behind closed doors, but I thought that was normal. What did I know? So it was a complete surprise to me when my mom dragged me and my sister off to some shitty apartment when we had a perfectly good house to live in.
Well my parents have been fighting all my life. (I am 28) I have always know that it was good or normal. I have been in a relationship for 5 years we are getting married and we have disagreements and have had arguments. But we talk about our problems and don't let them get so bad that they can't be fixed
i acknowledge and cherish the drama llama: i left my husband a couple years ago. a lot of people thought i had suddenly gone nuts or something. i took a risk, i went into homelessness, left behind everything i had, including my 2 kids, which was the most heart-wrenching decision i've ever faced in my life. a lot of people told me to go back to my husband and just spend the rest of my life pretending to be the happy housewife and crying in the shower every morning. but i was so unbearably miserable - you don't make a decision like that just because you're sick of the wallpaper. at the time, i'd over-indulged in this huge embarrassing drama-fest here on the forums. i'm still learning to trancend th bullshit. but was it worth it? (i mean the leaving, not the forums drama-rama that accompanied it.) i now have my kids with me, working out custody arrangements with the ex. we're in a crowded apartment, but it's like the three of us are discovering each other for the first time. there's a lot less pain being allowed to get in the way. walking back from the Y, my son takes my hand and smiles up at me and says, "Mom, I love my new life!" yeah. sometimes, divorce isn't that bad.
my family is the poster of disfunction. thankfully, depsite any occaisional, and i'm sure completely normal, struggles dave and i have, we manage to work it all out without acting like teenagers.
