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| Written by Diana, on 09-09-2002 02:33 |
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September 9, 2002 (1:33am)
I've got my mother in the room next to me, separated by one very thin wall, and my father fifteen feet down the hall with the door open so the animals can come and go. I can't sit in my room, comfortably, without worrying that my mother's gonna come knocking on my door because I'm being too loud and I can't go anywhere else without worrying about my father waking up. Outside I worry about the door squeaking open and closed with my father's door and the window to the room my mother's in being open. Why can't my parents just be normal, sleep in the same room, with the door shut. All night. My mother doesn't even sleep in her room when my father's not here, the creatures living in our walls are too loud for her she says. Get some damn earplugs! She doesn't sleep as it is and won't even take anything, she just whines all day about the sleep she lost. For the first six months at the very most you feel some sympathy but for every year after that it just becomes an unbearable annoyance, I mean come on. Like constant complaining is really going to make the problem go away. I don't sleep either but she doesn't hear me complaining. I did something about it, and now that I choose not to take my sleep meds five nights out of seven, I still don't complain. It's become my choice to deal with it as it has become hers. She just chooses to make me suffer with her.
Last update: 09-09-2002 02:33
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