Why move? There’s no place to go. Why talk? It’s not like anyone wants to hear. Why look? There’s nothing to look at. And when I look all I see is people crying and people dying inside. Yeah that’s right. Mom is fighting with her boyfriend again. Yup, they were out drinking last night again. And yes, my brother and I got involved as usual. You know, I’m sick of it. I’m sick of it all. And I’m not sure how mom isn’t… I mean every freaking weekend she fights with her boyfriend. No, this isn’t an exaggeration.. Nope. It’s true. Every Friday night mom goes somewhere with her “friends” and drink… then guess what? She fights with that dude. The same dude too. Impressive how someone stays with someone else after all this time of suffering. What, do girls like this crap? He comes, drinks, and then fights with her. Oh and it isn’t just a fight. It’s a real fight. There’s hitting, there’s glass flying, blood, people screaming, and such. Oh yeah, there’s also a baby crying. Like, what is wrong with you?? I don’t care about myself. I can handle it. But a baby? A little innocent baby? How dare you? He has no idea of what is going on. Now he will have traumas his whole life because of you! You know how they say “there aren’t enough words to describe what I feel for you?” Exactly. There aren’t enough. You guys are so bad, that no words can possibly describe how much I HATE you. And yes I used the word HATE. Because it is strong. Because it is true. You guys are useless. You guys should be suffering a lot. Forever. Even after you guys die. Specially then. What you guys do isn’t right. I know sometimes mom can’t help it. I know. She needs the money he gives us for food because she is incapable of keeping a job. I know. I get it. I also understand that it is hard to leave a guy who you love for so long, but it gets to a time where you have to choose between your family and that guy. And don’t forget that, THAT guy is the reason why we are so sad. The reason why we aren’t happy. The reason why we aren’t a family. And also remember that he is the guy that hit you and your children all the time. With a belt, with his own hands, and even with a broom. Yeah buddy, a broom. And when the cops asked the same guy denied it all! What a fuck. You can’t leave him can you? You are incapable of doing so many things that I’m not surprised that you can’t leave him. Just remember that we will never forgive you. Not after those nights we stood there. Not after you came back home with your friends and didn’t let anyone sleep. Not after all I suffered from all that. You know I can’t do certain things cuz of you? You know your baby, my brother, can’t do all he wants cuz of you? And for what? To live in a shitty place like this? Help you out? No. Thanks mom. Not anymore. I’m tired of all this. I’m sick and disgusted of it. You gotta stop. Until you don’t, I will be with dad because he isn’t perfect, but he’s the best thing I got. The best thing we got. And maybe someday you’ll realize that you need your family. Maybe you’ll realize you need to go get help. Maybe you’ll someday get your life straight. Or Maybe you won’t. I mean you were like this all your life , why change right? But if you do ever change, I hope that it won’t be too late. I want the best for you. I want you to be happy. I just hope that WE isn’t what makes you happy. Cuz WE you’ll never have again. It’s our turn to move, to look and to talk. Goodbye.
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