My parents split when I was about 6, they were always fighting in front of me and shit but I still didn't want them to split. Anyway it happened, the main reason was because daddy was out there rooting other women. Anyway the whole time since then has been a bit of a blur, a few months after they split they came across each other in the street, a physical altercation occured leaving my mum in hospital in a coma on life support for a year.
I lived with my dad in a shed for the following year, during that time visiting her almost everyday and watching her wake up. It was pretty sad but as a little kid you just plow through the shit without thinking about it too much, synthesizing happiness. When mum got out of hospital I went back to live with her. My father left the country to go work in the usa. I was upset to say the least. Anyway I always saw my mum as a different person after that, she just didn't seem like the same mum I had before she got fucked up. I pretty much grew up with her while she was still getting her head together after that shit. Anyway a few years later the accident caught up with her and sped up genetic iregularities, her kidneys failed, heart attacks etc etc etc etc.
I'm her carer now, sometimes I feel my dad should be the one here looking after her, and I do have a great deal of negative attachments in me from those past events. I do get worried sometimes that I'm watching the best part of my life go by, and I'll never know what it's like to move out and be an indepedant man making a life for himself. It's frustrating as it's one thing I know I can't change. But I pretty much just stopped giving a shit what happens now. Our dreams mean shit in the big picture.
Lifes a box of chocolates and there's no seethrough lid. And theres no point complaining as there's always someone who's got it ten times worse. So don't sweat it.
