Sometimes I wish I had different parents. Ones that don't fight, ones that don't hate each other. Ones that don't talk shit about the other to my little brother and I. Ones that don't ask me to spy on the other, to turn on them. Ones that are together. Ones that love each other.
But then I feel guilty, and I remember they're better off apart.
My friends talk about their families, their intact families and I get jealous sometimes, but I shouldn't complain.
People have it worse, but I still wish I could have those experiences they have. Holidays with their family, vacations, and dinner. My family is broken but I still have it better than many. I have no reason to complain. I'm sorry
