Postby Riobe » 2009.10.07 (02:23)
I'll be the first one to use this, I guess...
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Oh, well... Today started off normal, I expected it to be another normal day.
But at around 4:30, my parents came in the kitchen, arguing. My mom was telling my dad to "hand over the keys" because he was about to go to god knows where.
"Give me the keys."
"No."
"Give me the fucking keys."
My mom was blocking the door leading out the house and my dad kept physically trying to move her.
"Goddamnit, stop touching me and give me my fucking keys."
"No."
"I swear to god this fork will go so far up your heart. Give me my fucking keys."
"No."
And that basically went on for like, 3 minutes. I was pretty fucking scared at this point, because I always thought that I was lucky to have such loving parents that loved each other a lot. I knew things were shaky between my mom and dad but I didn't know things were this bad at all. By now, my mom had involved me in the argument because I was in the family room (which is the room next to the kitchen), and had heard everything that was going on. I was so terrified at the situation at hand I hadn't even come into full realization of what was happening right in front of my eyes.
My mom and dad were walking towards their room. They were still yelling at each other a lot. Then I heard a slam, and some more harsh words, like:
"I will rip this damn shirt off of you if you don't give me my keys."
"I am not giving you these keys."
"Give me my fucking keys."
And I heard some fighting in there and pushing and stuff. Then the door flew open and my dad's shirt was half ripped down the center. However, he still had the keys and was headed for the door. My mom, however, caught him and ripped the keys from his hand. By now, obviously, both my parents were exhausted of all patience. My dad, in anger, pushed my mom really hard, and she almost fell. My dad kept going for her; he had such an angry look. A face of which I had never seen before in my life. Same with my mom. There was physical fighting for about 30 seconds. Those were the most terrifying 30 seconds of my life, seeing my dad and my mother physically fight with each other. I tried everything in my power to stop them, yelling "Please! Please stop!" the entire time.
When it finally ended, my dad still had the keys. By now they were standing in the kitchen again, right where it really had started.
"Give. Me. The keys."
My dad, who couldn't take my suffering anymore dropped the keys on the floor. I was a total wreck watching them, tears flowing down my eyes, my face all red, eyes all watery and red, mucus flowing out my nose like a river, everything. The pain was far worse than anything I've experienced in my entire life. It was terrible.
"Look at what you did to him!"
"Me? What did I do to him?"
From there until a certain point when I was in the bathroom, I forget exactly what happened. I remember that I was in the family after the fight, just crying heavily, tears falling onto my keyboard as I stared towards the floor. My mom and dad came in, as if nothing at all happened, and comforted me, telling me how none of this was my fault, how it was just an argument, how that they just weren't getting along, etc. This made me feel like everything was going to be okay.
My uncles came over, and my grand-aunt (who lives with us btw) was talking with my mom and my uncles. The older uncle told me how it's okay, and how things would be fine, and how if I ever needed to talk that I would be able to do so with him at any time. He really helped out a lot too.
I imagine that my mom took the whole situation a helluva lot worse than I did. I mean, of course she did. Her birthday was yesterday (a day before this whole mess), and I can't even imagine what's going through her head. I'd go more in-depth about the situation but I don't feel comfortable exposing all that I know about my mother's life on an online forum.
But yeah, my mom and uncles and grand-aunt talked it over, and my dad moved out, for what seems to be good. They're broken up, but as far as a divorce goes I don't know anything about stuff like that. My dad however said that he will always be there for me when he needs me, and that he will visit daily and everything.
So yeah, that's the whole story. As far as I'm concerned it's seems like it's going to be really hard to keep myself together because of this whole situation, but I think I might be able to do it. But still, this is one life experience I'd have rather never gotten into. I can't even help but thinking what they would have done to each other if I wasn't in the room screaming for them to stop when they were fighting.
Guess that's one mystery I'll never find out about.
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