A lot of people do have crappy home lives.
It's happening again.
To me.
I stayed home today because I was feeling sick.
I didn't get any soup, no care from my mother, nothing.
I had a bowl of cereal for my meals today.
My father came home and yelled at my drunk mother, and said they were leaving forever this time.
I've heard it all before.
Except this time he told me not to call him.
He left and I don't think he will come back.
It's all the same shit.
Be grateful, those of you who don't deal with this every damn day. Be grateful that you have a mom who makes you soup and gives you ice packs and makes sure you're as comfortable as possible. Be grateful that you aren't used to holding back every emotion until the hole in your chest is so big that you become hollow. Be grateful for a happy family if you have one. Maybe once in a while tell your parents you love them. Maybe once in a while tell your parents that you are thankful for every little thing they put up with. Sooner or later everything could change.
