Because sometimes you just lose that loving feeling.
Fighting, screaming, kicking, yelling. The Summer of 2007. The family just moved from a small town to the big city and no one was happy. Dad hated his new job and even more, his new colleagues. Mom hated the new neighbours and couldn’t find any school that would hire her even after she built up such a reputable name in their old town. The two daughters, respectively aged 16 and 14 hated life in general and were too emotional and moody to figure out exactly what made them so upset. And so the family took it out on each other.
“You just don’t get me! You just don’t understand!” the girls would yell out at different intervals towards their parents. “How dare you speak to us that way!” the parents would reply in equally high-pitched yells. The family have lived in their new home in their new city for a few months. At first things were sunshine and roses and regular pool parties, however as things inched closer to the new year and end of holidays the stitches came loose into utter misery. “Why don’t you help your mother?!” the father would yell as his wife bent over pots and pans to make ready a Christmas feast. “She doesn’t want us there!” the girls would scream back which was promptly followed by the mother bursting into tears bawling, “No one wants to help me, I am struggling alone!” Continue reading