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It's pinky💕
I wouldn’t exactly say my life is complicated… but walking in on my parents arguing almost every single day? That’s something I wouldn’t wish on anyone. 💔
It’s become a routine in this house — raised voices, heavy silence, doors closing a little too hard. Sometimes I just stay in my room and pretend I can’t hear anything, but the walls are thin and so is my heart. 🥺
My friends tell me I should be grateful because at least they don’t hit each other. And maybe they’re right… maybe things could be worse. But that doesn’t make it hurt any less. Words can be just as loud. The tension can be just as scary. 😔
Lately, I’ve had this strange feeling in my chest — like something bad is going to happen. Like one day the argument won’t just be an argument anymore. And somehow, I’m scared I’ll be right in the middle of it all. 😣
The truth is… I love them. I really do. They’re my parents. They’ve sacrificed for me in ways I probably don’t even understand yet. ❤️ But sometimes they can be so exhausting. So frustrating. So… annoying. And I hate that I even feel that way.
I just wish peace wasn’t something I had to imagine. I wish home felt lighter. I wish laughter lasted longer than the silence that follows. 🌧️
Maybe one day things will get better. Maybe this is just a phase. I’m holding on to that hope. ✨
— Just someone trying to stay strong 🫶🏽