Arguments
by Angel
Screaming and arguing was all I could hear. I had locked myself in my room, crying to myself. My parents were having a big argument with my sister.
My parents said, “Why... why are your grades so low? You know better than that. We know we’ve taught you better than this.”
My sister said, “ARRRRRRR!!! You guys don’t understand what I’m going through. It’s because of my teachers. They don’t know how to teach. They all hate me and I don’t understand what they are doing.”
My dad said, “Don’t give me that bull. I’ve already talked to your teachers. I went and had a talk with them.”
My sister said, “What? How come you didn’t tell me?”
My dad said, “Because I don’t need to tell you. Look at you. That’s how I can tell you’re lying to your mom and me. What’s wrong with you lying to us? I mean you’re not the same, your room is always a mess, you never listen to us, and your grades are bad.”
I couldn’t bear to listen to this argument any more. It was driving me crazy. As soon as I tried to get my mind off of everything, my brother walked in and asked me, “Are you OK?”
“NO, I am not OK. I’m tired of these arguments happening all the time.”
“Well, you can’t prevent them. This is something normal. Arguments are a part of life,” was what my brother had told me.
As my brother and I talked for a while, my parents had finished arguing with my sister. It felt like a war, it took so long to end. I was glad it was over.
All of a sudden, my brother, sister and I heard my parents arguing. I guess I had spoken to soon. My parents got into it about their own problems. It was terrible.
I can’t quite remember what they were arguing about, but it was awful. What I do remember is when my dad said, “So, what is it that you want?”
“I don’t know, it’s up to you,” was what my mom said.
My dad said, “Well, do you want a divorce or do you want to try and work things out?”
“I told you I don’t know what I want. It’s up to you,” my mom replied.
“What do you mean, you don’t know? You have to want something. Tell you what, if you won’t tell me now, then I’ll just let you calm down and think things over,” my dad told my mom.
“Yes, I think that would be better.”
They went on and on about their problems. That same night I cried myself to sleep. It was just heart- breaking listening to my parents arguing so much.
As I was sleeping my dad walked in and woke me up. He told me, “Son, I don’t mean to wake you up I just wanted to say goodnight and I’ll see you some other day.”
I asked him, “Where are you going?”
He told me, “Things aren’t working out between your mom and me, so I’m leaving.”
I asked him, “But why, dad? Why do you have to leave, you can always stay in my room.”
He told me, “Just go back to sleep and I’ll call you in the morning to talk about things. I love you and goodnight.”
After that long dreadful night, my life had changed. Nothing was the same any more. My parents got divorced and ever since then my brother, sister and I have been stressed out. Both my brother and I have learned to relieve our stress by trying to make the best of our situations and never think negative. My sister on the other hand has taken all of this very hard. She is the most stressed out of anybody in our family. I just wish one day all of this stress can go away.
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