Housemates

The cycle continues

Aaron

I'm tired.

I'm constantly exhausted and I can't help it. No matter how much sleep I get I'm always tired. I'm tired from this constant feeling I get from my parents—who suddenly started acting like everything's fine once Arianne showed up. We are far from okay. Well I know I'm not.

Who's going to tell Aria that the only reason she's here is because my mom thinks I need someone to help me with the loss of my best friend. How could she do that to someone? I mean seriously it's not fair to Aria. She shouldn't be responsible for my healing.

No one should.

My mom's ridiculously obsessed with making sure things are normal when they aren't and haven't been for years.

She's been cheating on my dad for years and the poor guy is too blind to see it because he drowns himself in work.

It's breaking all of us.

When I first found out about my mom it was in grade 7. I'm a senior now and it's just now hitting me. I guess with the stuff that went down this year, everything is coming at me all at once. It makes me feel disgusted and angry because my dad won't get a divorce, for my sake by the way as if I give a fuck.

I'd rather them split than hear the arguments.

I can't stay home anymore because the sight of them both together makes me sick.

She's constantly finding new reasons to be mad at my father. It's not fair. She's always mad at him and when she's not she's mad at me. I feel like I'm a constant reminder of her biggest mistake. She never wanted to get married or have kids early on with my father but here I am. The first and only kid. Who somehow always manages to do something wrong. I am a constant reminder of her biggest mistake. And then there's my dad—God bless him he's a good guy.

But a horrible husband.

The normal shit you know, he's never around blah blah blah when he is he isn't emotionally present blah blah blah.

Y'know, the usual.

What made all of this worse is that I don't have the heart to tell my dad his wife's cheating on him.

And I can't.

My mom is so manipulative and controlling to the point I'm pretty sure she'd gaslight me into thinking I never saw what I saw on October 14th.

Aria's voice brought me back to reality.

"Hey, your mom told me to tell you that she wants you to pick up some delivery tomorrow," she said standing by my door.

I lifted my head up to look at her blinking rapidly from the lights—I don't know how long I've had my head on the desk.

"You look like shit," she pointed out.

"Can you close the door?" I told her, my tone not making it sound like a question.

"No. I'm talking to you" she objected.

Can she stop being a pain for one day?

"You do it," I retorted.

"I can't drive." "and she's your mom," she added.

I rolled my eyes as I grabbed my car keys and got up. Aria stopped me by the door.

For fucks sake man.

"You sure you're okay to drive?" She asked, sounding genuine.

Oh so now she cares.

"Just leave me alone," I pushed her lightly out of the way.