5.1.13
I told my parents today.
I told them my pain.
I told them about my constant suffering.
I trusted them with that information.
They fought.
But it wasn't over something stupid.
It was because of me.
Me.
Not a single day in my life had they fought over something meaningful.
It was always bills, food, who would walk Tannie, basically everything that people shouldn't fight about.
But this time, there were tears involved, and meaning.
They discussed.
For hours.
And they came to the conclusion,
That I should see a counselor.
They found the best one in town, and paid extra for two meetings a week.
My mom actually cared about my health.
But my dad only cared about the money.
Even though we had plenty of it, it never seemed enough for him.
He had a big house, big cars, and big rings.
But he had no big dreams.
His life consisted of gambling, spending, and arguing.
I bet he had never given me a decent thought until now.
So, a few days later, I met my counselor.
It was a lady about the age of 40, and she seemed really kind.
We had our first meeting, but she didn't seem to understand me.
I guess you really just don't understand what others are going through until you experience it yourself.
She recommended medications
But my dad refused
He said it was too much money to spend for such a cause
As if.
I got back home, and packed my things.
I spent the night at Jungkooks house.
My parents weren't fighting, I just needed someone I could trust to talk to.
And he understood me.
He was my best friend, and I trusted him with all I was and am.
He was the only one who really listened.
So, until next time.
