erm yeah, you
are terrible for saying that. I have noticed that Bob always seems to want to win
every arguement he gets into.
Warning: The following is a long post in which I will be going buck nuts about my family. (I hope that not EVERYONE blows this off. I just poured my most inner thoughts about my family into this, stuff I don't like to think about.)
My parents got divorced last year, I'm 15, both sisters just went to college in the past two years, and I have a five year old brother. So after seventeen years of arguing, my dad had a mid life crisis about a year after my brother was born, which I can plainly see was an "accident", which I hope he never realizes, and it pains me to say it.
How can human life be an accident!??!?! But anyways, my dad had made my mom go out with him every night, the only way she did this was because fear of ending the marriage (she thought it would crush us kids, give me a break, we ALL saw it coming). They forced my oldest sister to be babysitting the kid nearly nonstop, which ruined her social life until senior year, when my mom kicked my dad out of the house. you know why? My mom heard my dad talking to his sister about how the girl he was
just about cheating with (no sex). She went berserk and started slapping him a little, then through some small 4 pound weights at the wall. I was in my room, nearly in tears, building a LEGO toy I got for Christmas a few days earlier. Later I over heard my mom talking to my dad about how they would only stay married for the kids, that lasted for about 3 months. Divorce is a very evil thing. It shouldn't need to happen. A warning to all of you who are on the brink of starting adulthood, don't rush into marriage (strong warning for a 15 year old little kid i suppose).
Oh yeah, on a side note, during my dad's midlife crisis, which ruined my family's life, we moved out of my perfect neighborhood that I spent my childhood in, to about 20 minutes away, which was just enough to ruin my neighborhood life of backyard baseball, and late night games of basically anyhting the 10 of us kids in the neighborhood wanted to do. These days my dad is forcing me to work 5 days a week 8 hours a day, so I can buy a car, when my friends with much poorer familes (we are in no way poor) get FREE cars. Damn the system.