We just went on with our busy schedules built up by school and work. My mom and dad tried not to show the anger and frustration to us. But the times when it did, you didn't want to be in the house with either of them, let alone be on the same street. At times like these is when my sister and I spent as much time together as possible. Then, after it was all over we would come home and they would be lying on the couch watching TV. It was confusing to both my sister and I. We couldn't understand how long two people could keep holding on when years were just going by being wasted. If they weren't" going to be happy being with each other, then why not go and find someone who could fulfill their needs. Someone who would touch them the way they needed, or just look into their eyes and really listen to what they were saying. And yes, parents should try and stay together for the kids; but my sister and I weren't kids anymore, and they needed to just get on with there own lives and do what they need for themselves. .
They kept trying for a couple more years, and there were some happy times that we all had together during it all. Slowly things started to become obvious. Not only to my sister and me, but also to our family and friends that would come and visit. People would ask about their relationship and all I said was that I hadn't noticed anything. Although I just dodged their questions, they still knew that things weren't the way they used to be. When I was just going into my senior year of high school my mom moved out into an apartment. After a couple of weeks my sister and I started to realize what our friends were talking about all along. Whose place should we stay at tonight? Should we tell Dad that Mom said this? To some people these questions seem ridiculous and petty, but whatever you decided to do, one was always going to be offended in one way or another.
Every other week the story would change and my mom would come home for a couple of days.
