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...