Growing up, I always felt like I lived two separate lives. My parents divorced when I was only three months old, and ever since then I have been going back and forth between two homes and two families. Up until my mom remarried in 2012, my parents fought consistently. As a kid, I learned to cope by ignoring the arguments as best as I could; eventually, the fighting became routine and I grew accustomed to it.
After my mom remarried, things calmed down for a little while; home was suddenly a peaceful place to be. However, the past two years have turned into nothing but loud arguments heard from downstairs over the same topics, night after night. I found escape in my school work. I’d find myself within an hour of getting home going directly to
After my mom remarried, things calmed down for a little while; home was suddenly a peaceful place to be. However, the past two years have turned into nothing but loud arguments heard from downstairs over the same topics, night after night. I found escape in my school work. I’d find myself within an hour of getting home going directly to