I write this blog entry as sit outside on my parents porch while my psychotic mother screams expletives at my father so that the entire block can hear (again). It goes without saying that she is known around the neighborhood as “Crazy Annie”. I would usually go inside and hide in the basement and use the awkward time to work on music but lately she has grown accustomed to not turning the air conditioner on and my house feels like a sauna. I could also take a car ride and hang elsewhere but I’m extremely hung-over from last night. I’ll spend the time writing about the pathetic situation I find myself in time and time again instead.

Why do  people stay together if they are miserable?

I can confidently say that my parents have absolutely despised each other for the past 10-15 years. They tell my brother and I indirectly that the reason they “stick it out” is for us and that they didn’t want us to grow up in a broken home. This leads me to my next question; was that the right thing to do? I’d much rather have grown up having a more “interesting” childhood filled with visitation rights and planned weekends than go through what my brother and I have dealt with having two parents that couldn’t be any more disgusted with one another.

The divorce rate today is 56 percent. 56 percent! It seems that it’s the “thing to do” these days. I find it extremely interesting when a couple has to put not only their own feelings into a situation, but also the lives of other on the line. Does my Mom and Dad think they did the right thing by sticking it out and merely dealing with each other all these years? Is it a noble thing to do? Should I be grateful or disgusted? My Mom makes it quite clear that she deserves the “World’s #1 Mom” award for what she has dealt with. Seems like stupidity to me.

Moving forward with my own life and relationship status, I’ll be sure to keep it real and make sure that if something isn’t going right, make a point to change it immediately.

My Dad just came back with the Chinese food and the screaming has commenced once again. Time to go and eat in the Bermuda Triangle of a kitchen here at my house. Wish me luck with my house/apartment hunting.

Thanks,

-Rob

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