The hate game

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"My parents are getting a divorce" I say after a very long time.

When we got to Dylan's house, I went straight to his room and cried myself to sleep at some point Dylan had entered inside while I was crying, placed my head on his lap and let me cry all over him and even fall asleep while he kept on petting my head. I'm actually grateful that he came around because I really didn't want to go back home and I don't know what I would have done. It's noon now, Dylan and I are lying on our back staring at the ceiling.

I turn to face him "I really don't understand why I'm feeling like this, they've been absent for the greater part of my life and I shouldn't even care what they do but it hurts, the more that they didn't even tell me about it before going ahead with it and then they come home, want to act like wonderful old family, break the news to me and expect me to accept it just like that, like they don't even know me"

"You care a lot Chipmunk and that's one of the beautiful things about you. I can't tell you not to get angry, infact rage, break things, scream at them, anything that makes you feel better. I'm really bad at advising people but I just told you what I would have done if it were me but you should also look at this from a different angle, your parents probably feel really guilty about this right now and they are probably sorry but if they feel they can't be together anymore, if they feel like their happiness lies in being separated then you should let them be, after all you don't know what they've going through all these years"

"I thought you said you were bad at advising" I say to him

"Hey " he raises his hands in defense "I'm only saying what you would have said to me" he says and I laughs "That's more like it, besides you deserve happiness, hating your parents isn't going to give you that" he says and kiss my forehead.

"I'm going to order, what do you want?" He rises from the bed

"Just order something, you know what I like, I'm going to use your bathroom and borrow more of your clothes" I say standing up

He scoffs "More like steal" I throw a pillow at him as he runs out of the room.

He's right though I shouldn't let their divorce make me sad, it's their decision.

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