I remember how confused I was trying to understand what was happening between my Mom and Dad. I didn't understand why they yelled or cried. I didn't understand why my Dad stopped coming around. I didn't understand a lot about what was going on in my life at the age of 9. Fortunately, as time passed I began to understand how I was affected by their relationship's death.
My Mom and Dad are not friends. . .Whatsoever. I guess this took time getting used to. I will never forget how much I blamed myself for their issues. I will never forget the emotions that I wish I understood at the time. I have never forgotten the feeling of loosing someone you love. This was when I developed my first insecurity.
Trust.
I don't really remember many times when I had family to turn to. It was either my Dad, Mom or Sister. And there was never a good day with them. I was satisfied with the consistency of being alone. It became pretty easy to cope knowing that I should expect nothing from my parents. I don't know what I'm talking about. . .
I over thought a lot around the time it all happened.
With my parents always disagreeing, there was no room for love. There was surely no room for me. My Dad was a working man. My Mom was sad. I guess I just reacted how every 9 year old would react.
Right?
I mean, it wasn't my Mom or Dads fault. I guess their death was the result of two opposites that did not attract. Sometimes, I honestly think this is all my fault. But then sometimes I just give in. I don't really know what I would do with myself knowing that I could have been killer of a beautiful relationship.
Right?
I don't know what I'm talking about. . .
I never did.
Hey Ben. This is deep. You have no need to blame yourself and I'm sure your parents would say the same. Keep your head up as they surely produced a talented young man
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