The initial "try to understand me!" arguments from both parties was insane because my dad and sis would both not relent and my mum and I was sort of in between. Their fight got ridiculous and I reckoned my dad was crazy being all ballistic and shit so I shouted at him. Then I proceeded to tear up. I have not cried in a crazy long time, years probably and tonight I did. The situation seemed helpless.
I left the room and went to shower because I felt like I couldn't stay there anymore. Listening to the conversation behind doors. Voices were raised, then it got low and then it was raised again. It felt like hurdles after hurdles. A compromise was eventually achieved and thank god — I thought I wanted to die.
Everything is better now, I hope this peaceful life will sustain.
This is what happens with insensitive words, people who don't look at scenarios, people who are not willing to speak up when hurt — miscommunications.
Talking things out is the worst fucking feeling ever but it is probably the only way things will be solved. People have got to learn to empathise, take things with a pinch of salt and overall just not be a bitch.
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