I used to think my family was inseparable. Now, I know I'm wrong. No one in this world is immune to heartbreak and conflicts of the heart, and me and my family...well, we're no exception.
My dad's off in Maine, and the problem with that is that he isn't HERE, my bitchy sister just told my mother she's terrible at parenting and that she's always yelling at us (speak for yourself, Emily!!), and my mom is sitting in the car, crying, while I watch it all fall apart. I can't do it. I almost cried myself. Why is everyone in my family so intent on breaking us apart?
I kind of feel like my stomach's been ripped open and someone's carefully removing my heart and in its place putting in a mechanical, robotic heart, just so I can keep on going without the pain, go through life effectively numb.
God knows feeling nothing is better than feeling...this.
