
It’s quite a shamble around my house these days.
no ones out in the living room, and no ones really speaking.
everyones in their own world.
living in their rooms, hiding away from conflict.
hiding away from hearing any more of what’s going on.
There’s not a doubt in me that we’re all thinking the same. But does it all mean the same? Are my sisters viewing the same as i am?
i thought i was done with this.
i thought after last years “We’re gonna divorce, oops, guess we’ll try again” moment i’d be okay with everything.
maybe not even be affected by it.
but i guess i’m wrong, i guess it is.
it’s just not hitting me emotionally, but mentally.
I feel myself being dragged.
being pulled into different directions as if i was a cheese string.
I guess the only thing that’s begging of me the most, is the thought of knowing that there’s a possibility i will have a family torned apart between continents.
it’s a bloody nightmare really.
But life’s a nightmare, you gotta live it like a dream so they don’t haunt you every step of the way.