hey again
so were to start this...
i'm a shared child, meaning my parents don't love each other. Now i know that it is common to e a shared child but i find it's more common for the parents to split when the child is young, but in my case i'd just started year six
before my parents split i was the child who thought my parents would grow old together so i absolutely H A T E D it when i heard them fight. i inherit one of the worst things from my mums side, being a light sleeper, which means every time either my mum or dad raised their voice i would wake up and suffer through their arguments.
my biggest fear at the time was my parents splitting up, i didn't want them to be like that, i wanted to believe that they would be happy together but of course the world has to bloody hate me and tear them apart.
now i'm not completely stupid, my mum had a good reason to leave my dad, but geez that timing. i'd just started my last year of primary school and boom my parents split up, my last year in primary school and i had this massive weight on my shoulders.
by massive weight i mean that my brother legit thought my mum was house siting for a friend (he was 10 at the time) and my sister just started prep so she wouldn't be that much aware of things, so i was the only one who knew what was going on and i didn't want my siblings to be sad (mainly my brother, my sister's the god damn devil) so i had to put on a fake smile and keep'm distracted.
let's get one thing straight, my brother doesn't cry. well he does, rarely, but he has an extreamly high pain tolerence, for example when he was in year 1 he fractured bot arms and didn't even shed a tear. so seeing my brother break down infront of me when he confronted mum about 'house sitting' i was shocked and i started crying as well. i love my brother and to see him like that killed me.
so
me a shared child
good times
heh...
