I really, really, really, really, hate it when my parents fight.
They do it, like, ALL THE TIME. And always makes me feel so useless and small and sad and miserable. Every. Single. Time.
I. HATE. IT.
I really wish they would stop, or confine it to the bedroom, or something. Just once I wish they could go without fighting for a day.
That my dad
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