My parents were arguing tonight. Again. And my mom threatened to divorce my dad. Again.
Seriously. If it’s bothering her so much, then why doesn’t she just get a freakin’ divorce?
She’s been crying and yelling about it for probably months now. And it’s not like the rest of the family isn’t being affected by their constant nuclear-war-level rowing. Jerry keeps on screaming his little lungs out whenever they’re shouting at each other. I try not to listen or bother with it, as it “isn’t my business”, but that won’t work when they’re yelling so loud that the neighbors two houses down can probably hear them, and I can’t turn my iPod on that loud to cover up their voices because I would go deaf. Grandma keeps on telling me not to worry about them, and that if anything serious happens to call 911 (Although since she’s lived in China all her life, she told me to dial 110 instead).
My mom admitted that the main reason why she wants to get a divorce is because she doesn’t want me or Jerry to grow up listening to them bark at each other everyday (Next top reason is that she thinks Dad doesn’t respect her enough).
So then why doesn’t she just get a divorce already? Face it. Both of you have your flaws. Both of you can’t stand each other. Both of you want what’s best for the kids. What other option is there? Either get a divorce, or someone needs to move out.
I’m not trying to be cynical, but this is just an outrage. I’m sick and tired of hearing them bombard each other with insults and threats. I don’t want to crawl into my bed, crying about this whole ordeal anymore.
And I definitely don’t want Jerry to have a bad childhood just because someone refused to sign the papers and move on.
I guess the top reason why I’m so worried is because of my baby brother. I’ll take him in during college, if it means he’ll be away from Mom and Dad’s personal war. And if I can’t handle him, then I’ll hand him over to my extended family back in China to raise. They did a good job of raising me when I was a toddler. I’m sure they’d do the same for Jerry.
And it’s not that I really want them to be apart. Like any other sensible kid, I’d much prefer if they somehow try to work it out and stick together, at least until Jerry’s all grown up and ready to handle divorce.
But that obviously isn’t going to happen.
And I appreciate mom’s efforts to try to mend the family by venting out her anger about dad to her friends, but I’ve seen how well that works: It’s only a matter of time before she explodes again.
I just hope this’ll be over soon.