Today's my 19th birthday. This should be a great day, right? Yeah, that hasn't happened. Blah blah blah. That's all I hear when they're fighting now.
Mom's recently taken to throwing random vases at Dad, narrowly missing every time. Sometimes I wish it would connect, if only to stop those words. My god, if I'd acted like them, I would've been grounded with no phone. But no. They're the "mature adults" and I had to "respect them". Respect shmespect. That stuff comes with being a parent and putting your kids first.
It was bad enough they couldn't afford to send me to college, but now I had to be a witness to the slow disintegration of their marriage too. Life isn't fair.
I suppose I'd been spoilt. I'd been their only baby girl for so long. And I remember how it used to be, before. Mom had all these cutesy camera videos of me on all our special occasions, and looking at them, I could see the love. I don't know what happened. One day I woke up, and everything was different. Which doesn't change the fact that both of them forgot about today. Forgot about me.
I could stay here and celebrate my own personal pity party, but that's never been my style. Time to get ready for work. A quick look through my closet, and I grabbed my uniform. One of those peppy super-pink waitressing outfits that was way too short, but brought me the tips that kept me in UGGs, Starbucks and yoga pants. Shrugging, I got dressed quickly, sliding my black Skechers on last. I stopped in front of the mirror, tossing my thick hair up to give it volume, slashed gloss on my lips, and was rolling towards the stairs, when I heard glass shatter. Ugh. Another vase. The way she was breaking them, we wouldn't have any left.
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