the fighting.
always battling and blaming. arguing and hating.
part of me always thought it would stop one day, but like my exe, my parents didn't contain love for one another.
and so, like most parents, they divorced.
my mother's bruises disappeared.
for a while, at least.
she found another 'love'. another man to treat her like a punching bag. to treat me like a punching bag.
and i couldn't stop him.
my father found a love too.
a love for alcohol.
they were the poison that watered the seed inside of me, causing it to sprout.
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