My parents are not good examples of marriage. My mom is always mad and petty about the silliest things. She refuses to talk to my dad for days, ignoring him when he speaks to her. That makes me having to be the middle man to "say things" to each of them. Doors slam. My dad is sleeping in one of the spare bedrooms. She storms out of the house and drives away.
I am thankful to be living here free of rent until my own house is ready, but I just cannot take it anymore. I don't know how my dad puts up with my mom. It makes me cry. And now I'm hiding in the bathroom because lonely small closed spaces feel more comfortable right now.
I yelled at her one day that she was setting a terrible for my husband and I for marriage, and I stormed off. I cried to DH that night at 1 am that I never want to treat him like my mom treats my dad. I don't deal with stress well, I just break down and cry curled up in a little ball.
My parents just live like this. My mom yells, puts him in the doghouse for no reason, and my dad puts up with it. I'm exhausted from being in this house and just want to close on the new house already.
In other news, I'm reading "Scarlett", the sequel to Gone with the Wind. It's really good, takes me away to another place.