The Middle Man
The thing is, that I really love my parents. However, I’ve had quite the disjointed upbringing and it took all of about six days of me living back in Tacoma to remember why I left. My parents cannot help talking shit about each other, and I feel sixteen again. Despite the fact that my dad and stepmom split up almost 10 years ago, I have never stopped listening to them complain about one another. I have heard every story from both of their points of view. Kept secrets for both of them. Constantly felt like I am walking on egg shells. My opinion and feelings on the subject do not matter. I am so tired of playing the middle man. Please just stop.