Had to sit through another night of my parents fighting yesterday.
This time I think it was because my dad was keeping a secret from my mom, and due to context clues and the bits and pieces of Telugu I heard, I think it’s because he spent money on this fake poker game thing he has, or at least money on something.
The worst part is that my dad’s family friend was literally RIGHT THERE.
He broke up the fight though and consoled my mom afterwards, but he had to leave directly afterwards. And you know what? My mom apologized to me for having to sit through a literal HOUR of yelling and then another hour of crying while I was trying to do my work.
I told her it doesn’t matter. And by that I mean the apology doesn’t matter, because it’s not like she’s apologized to me for all their other fights.
And she still wonders why I never talk to her. Jeez, could my parents be more dense?
Ill probably make a book later and give y’all more details, but I have a million presentations and tests to retake in my classes and I have an English presentation tomorrow to practice for, so probably not today or tomorrow.