Today was another chaotic day.
My grandma and grandpa had a disagreement, but it wasn't as bad as my parents do. They actually know when to keep quiet and make it work. My parents barely try to compromise.
I don't want to just talk about my parents all this time, I don't want to put them in a bad light. But it's a the truth. At least, it's truth I know. My grandma had started realizing just how bad my parents argue, and now she questions how I even deal with it at all. I'm only so young after all.
How do I?
My mother was only able to pay $200 of her rent. My father doesn't. My father's excuse is that he gave the 200 to my mother or something like that. My mother is calling him a liar. I don't know who to believe. After my grandma had a disagreement with my grandpa, and now with my mother only paying the half of what she has to pay, and my brother Ty in all of it, my grandmother was stressed. In conclusion, if they can't pay the full $400, my mother will have to move inside my grandparents' house, along with me. However, my mother instead wants to move with my brother Mikey and his wife. My grandmother was not at all happy with this, due to her and Mikey's wife relationship not being the best. And yet, I was not at all told this. She didn't even bother trying to ask how I feel.
I barely feel acknowledged, and yet, I'm the only child she has to deal with. My grandmother told her to stop talking, and she finally listened. While I was slightly upset because she wouldn't at all listen to me, but I covered it pretty good with my happy attitude. I did the same thing as my grandmother did, but of course she'll listen to her because she's her mother and she's an ADULT. They talked in my room, and when asked about if she thought about what I think at all, she just simply answered with "I didn't think about that". She didn't care to think what I THINK? I deserve to have an opinion, I'm a being with a mind and feelings too! Heck, my parents don't care if I'm there when they're arguing and the only time my mother acknowledges me is in the argument and starts bringing my name up when I don't want to be any part of it. They don't care what I think, they just want it their way. I'm tired of it. I'm tired of my mother not even acknowledging the fact I exist at times, and when she does, I'm some "embarrassment" and "annoying child that won't shut up for one second".
But for now, we're all still here. I don't know where my father is. My grandparents are calm again. I'm sorry.
