Two Steps Forward One Back.

Parents. Can't live with them and you can't be alive without them. My parents are both in my life, this is both unfortunate and wonderful at the same time.

My mother is crazy- I get my crazy from her and her mother. By crazy I mean fly off the wall, laugh then cry, hateful passion, unable to control it or hold it in behaviors.

My father is emotionally too in touch- He feels for everything and everyone, cares to the point of exhaustion, and has the inability to make selfish decisions.

I love my parents. But they are divorced since 2000, still fighting over EVERYTHING. Once upon a time they were happy, THEY cheated, he got too angry, she became too vindictive. My brother and I are the products of their messy lives: we're scared. I recognize the mix of them in me could potentially exhaust me, or worst. I love them, however I don't love the things they've done. When will this all stop, to their dying days will they fight? As I have begun telling them to knock it off I have began to realize they are out of my control and will always be there. I wish I could attach earmuffs to my head just for them. My graduation will be hell, my potential wedding will be a doomsday, and when I have children... shoot me now.

I guess I just needed to vent, since growing up isn't going to happen with them. Life today isn't the same as yesterday but I'm living.

Chubbie Chick Lesson #29 - You are not a replica of your parents, just a nice blended mix.