"I can't handle it anymore."
I sat in silence.
"You always do this!"
Stalk still. Simply listening; ears wide open.
"Every night you come home late!"
I couldn't bear to listen any longer, yet, like a statue, I sat.
"And for what? To go from store to store and by sh** and then drive all the way to Mexico for weeks at a time and sell it all!"
I hated this.
"Think of how I feel; how the kids feel!"
I hated their banter.
"DONT YOU DARE!!! Your excuses have no meaning."
Sometimes, I just wish they both got it over with.
"You'll be back WHEN?!"
I just wish that they would already sign the papers; divorce papers.
"I SPEND DAY AND NIGHT FEEDING THIS FAMILY! And you have the audacity to say that you provide money for us!"
But then again...
"I am already working 3 jobs! I only have 2 to 3 hours of sleep per day, if I even manage to get any at all."
Sometimes, I wish they stayed together; didn't fight at all.
"... yeah, good bye to you, too..."
Mom hung up the phone and placed it on her nightstand, close beside her. She does this every night dad is gone. I know that it's in hopes that dad will can and say that he's coming home, that he won't leave again.
I sigh. It's a useless hope. He's a stubborn old man who only thinks about himself and the money he collects.
I really do wish that he would put aside his desire and greed... just for a moment at least. Spend time with his family, make him realize that the money he has, is not as important as family.
Then... maybe...
We would be a happy family...
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My Short Stories
FantasiA child, found dead upon the barren streets. A creature, alone and trapped in the woods of its darkness. A bird, it's wings clipped, and it's head filled with wishes to fly. Death, he can try all he wants, but he can't get me. Short stories.
