I'm glad to announce that the storm is over. As well as I predicted, my dear parents made up and now they're happy with each other again. Actually they made up the morning after the fight, but they were still acting a bit weird. But today, it's like nothing happened. It would freak me out, but it doesn't. I'm used to it by now.
Still, this couldn't make me happier :]
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Monday, August 10, 2009
Fight #4654: "The Avocado"
Today there was another huge fight. Probably the biggest since my dad's been back from Canada. I wasn't awake to see what caused it, but I found out later in the afternoon.
My mom was preparing my brother's lunch for work. And she suggested she would put avocado in the sandwich, to which my dad commented that it would turn black by the time he ate it. To which my mom replied that she didn't ask him, that she asked my brother. To which, when my brother left, led to a huge fight of how my dad wouldn't put up with being treated that way in front of his son, and then he suggested they get divorced.
Now, if this had happened 5 years ago, I would have been crying my heart out, but this is like the 6th time that divorce was the final decision (I'm not even kidding, nor exaggerating). So when my mom told me about it, I was like: "Sure, whatever is best", knowing that it wasn't gonna happen, and that if it did happen, it would be for the best.
Then my mom sent my dad to pay the bills, which my dad did, but came back saying that there was an extremely long line and that he was not going to stand there. This drove my mom nuts since she's done that for years and was bothered that my dad would not do it even once. So then my dad told me to pay the bills online, which is something I had never done, and I did.
While I was in my room paying the bills, there was a fight going on downstairs. I finished paying the bills and sat in my bed watching "Friends" trying to evade myself of the real world. When I suddenly heard the fight get worse. Apparently my dad wrote a list of everything my mom had done to him, which my mom read, which made her really angry. I was in the hallway, looking down at them. My dad was sitting in the dining room table, and my mom was sitting in a couch. Then, my mom completely broke down and yelled: "Damn you!!" and started crying. I ran downstairs and sat besides my mom and hugged her, and then I broke down as well and tears started running down my cheeks.
Then they started to fight again, now in very loud screams and we were all crying. I even heard some swear words, which I hate to hear because it's like the moment when they say them gets burned into my brain, and even when they're in great terms, I can hear the words in my mind. And it scares me how angry they can get with one another.
Then my mom told me that we should leave. We were both wearing home clothes, and I wasn't even wearing shoes. But my dad told us not to, that he was the one leaving. There was a hassle when my dad couldn't find his wallet, and he blamed my mom for hiding it, when she didn't. My mom looked for it and it was in their closet, in one of my dad's shorts. Then there was another hassle finding the car keys, but turned out I was sitting in them. Not actually sitting, but they were behind me.
Then he left, and my mom and I sat in the couch quietly. I had stopped crying, but she hadn't.
All this happened from around 1:30 PM to 2:15 PM. Then my mom and I stayed at home doing nothing important (actually I can't remember what we did). Then I started to watch the Teen Choice Awards at 8 PM, which was probably the highlight of my day. While I watched it in my mom's room, my mom was crying in the living room. Then my aunt came with my little cousin because they didn't have internet and she needed to check her work e-mail. Even though my mom had wiped her face, my aunt obviously noticed that my mom had be crying, which led her to ask why, which led to my mom breaking into tears again and explaining. Which is how I found out that the avocado was the one that triggered the fight.
Damn you, delicious fruit-veggie-undefined... thingy.
I was glad my aunt came around, my mom definitely needed to vent out on someone. My dad got back home around 10 PM. My brother had already arrived from work and the three of us were sitting at the dining table when my dad arrived. He said "Hi" to my brother and went into his bedroom. My mom and I didn't tell my brother about anything that had happened, but I'm pretty sure he knew, because the atmosphere was so dense. Or at least I felt like I was drowning.
My mom is spending the night in my room, and so is my dog. They're both already fast asleep in my bed. I actually like that we're sleeping together. A woman, a teenage girl, and a miniature poodle; all in a twin bed.
PS. After my dad left, and I had a chance when my mom wouldn't notice, I took from her purse the list, which was torn to pieces. I gathered them and put them in a hidden shoe box in my closet. My mom later noticed they were missing, and I told her I threw them away. She seemed to be okay with it. They're still in my closet, and I'm debating whether to tape the pieces together and read it, or flush them down the toilet. I'll have to think about it...
My mom was preparing my brother's lunch for work. And she suggested she would put avocado in the sandwich, to which my dad commented that it would turn black by the time he ate it. To which my mom replied that she didn't ask him, that she asked my brother. To which, when my brother left, led to a huge fight of how my dad wouldn't put up with being treated that way in front of his son, and then he suggested they get divorced.
Now, if this had happened 5 years ago, I would have been crying my heart out, but this is like the 6th time that divorce was the final decision (I'm not even kidding, nor exaggerating). So when my mom told me about it, I was like: "Sure, whatever is best", knowing that it wasn't gonna happen, and that if it did happen, it would be for the best.
Then my mom sent my dad to pay the bills, which my dad did, but came back saying that there was an extremely long line and that he was not going to stand there. This drove my mom nuts since she's done that for years and was bothered that my dad would not do it even once. So then my dad told me to pay the bills online, which is something I had never done, and I did.
While I was in my room paying the bills, there was a fight going on downstairs. I finished paying the bills and sat in my bed watching "Friends" trying to evade myself of the real world. When I suddenly heard the fight get worse. Apparently my dad wrote a list of everything my mom had done to him, which my mom read, which made her really angry. I was in the hallway, looking down at them. My dad was sitting in the dining room table, and my mom was sitting in a couch. Then, my mom completely broke down and yelled: "Damn you!!" and started crying. I ran downstairs and sat besides my mom and hugged her, and then I broke down as well and tears started running down my cheeks.
Then they started to fight again, now in very loud screams and we were all crying. I even heard some swear words, which I hate to hear because it's like the moment when they say them gets burned into my brain, and even when they're in great terms, I can hear the words in my mind. And it scares me how angry they can get with one another.
Then my mom told me that we should leave. We were both wearing home clothes, and I wasn't even wearing shoes. But my dad told us not to, that he was the one leaving. There was a hassle when my dad couldn't find his wallet, and he blamed my mom for hiding it, when she didn't. My mom looked for it and it was in their closet, in one of my dad's shorts. Then there was another hassle finding the car keys, but turned out I was sitting in them. Not actually sitting, but they were behind me.
Then he left, and my mom and I sat in the couch quietly. I had stopped crying, but she hadn't.
All this happened from around 1:30 PM to 2:15 PM. Then my mom and I stayed at home doing nothing important (actually I can't remember what we did). Then I started to watch the Teen Choice Awards at 8 PM, which was probably the highlight of my day. While I watched it in my mom's room, my mom was crying in the living room. Then my aunt came with my little cousin because they didn't have internet and she needed to check her work e-mail. Even though my mom had wiped her face, my aunt obviously noticed that my mom had be crying, which led her to ask why, which led to my mom breaking into tears again and explaining. Which is how I found out that the avocado was the one that triggered the fight.
Damn you, delicious fruit-veggie-undefined... thingy.
I was glad my aunt came around, my mom definitely needed to vent out on someone. My dad got back home around 10 PM. My brother had already arrived from work and the three of us were sitting at the dining table when my dad arrived. He said "Hi" to my brother and went into his bedroom. My mom and I didn't tell my brother about anything that had happened, but I'm pretty sure he knew, because the atmosphere was so dense. Or at least I felt like I was drowning.
My mom is spending the night in my room, and so is my dog. They're both already fast asleep in my bed. I actually like that we're sleeping together. A woman, a teenage girl, and a miniature poodle; all in a twin bed.
PS. After my dad left, and I had a chance when my mom wouldn't notice, I took from her purse the list, which was torn to pieces. I gathered them and put them in a hidden shoe box in my closet. My mom later noticed they were missing, and I told her I threw them away. She seemed to be okay with it. They're still in my closet, and I'm debating whether to tape the pieces together and read it, or flush them down the toilet. I'll have to think about it...
Saturday, August 8, 2009
Fixed.
My dear parents were still angry at each other until about 9 at night, when while my dad was watching a game show. My mom decided to make up, and her pride only allowed for it to be by fixing my dad's jeans. He had bought them a couple of days before, and they were too long. So my mom offered to do so. My dad agreed, and told her exactly how he wanted her to fix them. He still sounded a bit pissed, but at the same time I blame it on his pride.
When my mom, a person that a perfectionist like my dad and I would consider careless, meticulously did her best to fix the pants, it was considered as a grand gesture. My dad lightened up and he happily told her what a great job she had done, like what a professional tailor would do.
A scene that only someone in the inside could translate into:
"I'm sorry"
"I'm sorry, too"
When my mom, a person that a perfectionist like my dad and I would consider careless, meticulously did her best to fix the pants, it was considered as a grand gesture. My dad lightened up and he happily told her what a great job she had done, like what a professional tailor would do.
A scene that only someone in the inside could translate into:
"I'm sorry"
"I'm sorry, too"
Friday, August 7, 2009
Fight #4653: "The Question"
It's tormenting how a simple question can be misinterpreted and taken to levels of outer significance.
This happened today while my mom and I napped on the bed and my dad was using the computer. My mom, who apparently had been awake for a while, suddenly asked my dad: "So when do they need you to go back to work?". This probably doesn't make sense at all because there a whole back story that I have yet to mention: My dad is an unemployed middle aged man who used to have a really good job as a materials manager in car manufacturer factories. Or something like that. He got fired are you suddenly woke up and asked my dad. Years of unemployment passed when there was an opportunity to go to Canada for work. He took it and left. He came back nine months later, and left again a year later. He came back 4 months later because his permit was over. So he's been home since. That's his story in a nutshell. So now, apparently his boss is very fond of him and has offered him work for when he goes back to Canada. To which my mom, the ever marriage optimistic, is eager for.
Long story short, my dad took it as: "I want you out of here soon!!", and the fireworks began. I don't like fireworks. This was carried on to the kitchen, to where, as my dad washed the dishes and I towel dried them, my mom and him had an ardid fight about how they feel that each other hates the other one so much, how they cannot keep living like that, how they could survive on their own, and so on. All while I stood there with a yellow kitchen towel drying the dishes, listening to their rants and their yells and their anger.
I stood there listening, and for the first time I was tranquil I don't know if it was because I have a cold, or because I feel the responsibility to pay attention and be objective so I could update this little blog.
Quote of the day:
"Arghhh, I cannot put up with him anymore!!... Oh, but honey, don't let this bring you down..."
Yes, because every time you fight in front of me, it only kills a little bit of my soul. Suckers.
This happened today while my mom and I napped on the bed and my dad was using the computer. My mom, who apparently had been awake for a while, suddenly asked my dad: "So when do they need you to go back to work?". This probably doesn't make sense at all because there a whole back story that I have yet to mention: My dad is an unemployed middle aged man who used to have a really good job as a materials manager in car manufacturer factories. Or something like that. He got fired are you suddenly woke up and asked my dad. Years of unemployment passed when there was an opportunity to go to Canada for work. He took it and left. He came back nine months later, and left again a year later. He came back 4 months later because his permit was over. So he's been home since. That's his story in a nutshell. So now, apparently his boss is very fond of him and has offered him work for when he goes back to Canada. To which my mom, the ever marriage optimistic, is eager for.
Long story short, my dad took it as: "I want you out of here soon!!", and the fireworks began. I don't like fireworks. This was carried on to the kitchen, to where, as my dad washed the dishes and I towel dried them, my mom and him had an ardid fight about how they feel that each other hates the other one so much, how they cannot keep living like that, how they could survive on their own, and so on. All while I stood there with a yellow kitchen towel drying the dishes, listening to their rants and their yells and their anger.
I stood there listening, and for the first time I was tranquil I don't know if it was because I have a cold, or because I feel the responsibility to pay attention and be objective so I could update this little blog.
Quote of the day:
"Arghhh, I cannot put up with him anymore!!... Oh, but honey, don't let this bring you down..."
Yes, because every time you fight in front of me, it only kills a little bit of my soul. Suckers.
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