I hate how there’s a barrier between my dad and my mom.
I’m not wishing for them to kiss and be friends again. I’m not even sure what I want to happen to be honest. Maybe I just want them to let us live our lives and not involve us (my brother and I) in anything that’s happening between them. Or maybe it’s just mom in the middle of her menopause trying to understand and balance everything she sees and does just ’cause she’s a mom and that’s what moms do. Or maybe it’s the incoming stress of becoming a grandmom (Baby Cloudy was finally born yesterday!) and she just wants everything to be nice and shiny for the newborn baby. But somehow I doubt it. Her lack of interaction with dad doesn’t seem to be caused by either of the two. I mean, this has been going on since I was in third year High School and that was like what? 4-5 years ago?
Let’s be honest here, the two of them will never sleep in the same bed facing the same wall ever. They would always sleep back to back with a few dozen pillows between them – which, for the most part, doesn’t suck as much as I thought it would be.
I remember my friend asking me why I’m so nonchalant about it. It’s not that I don’t care. It’s more of a…
Okay fine maybe I don’t.