My parents think I'm immature...

I guess I never thought it was gonna get this bad.
I know that my parents’ relationship has never been spot on, they nearly broke up the week before their engagement(they were arguing when my Dad proposed), and they almost divorced on their honeymoon (two control freaks shouldn’t share a two person bicycle). But I’ve always had faith that if they could work things out in the past, they’ll be able to work them out in the future. And then my mum said “Has anyone seen my wedding ring? Not that I really need it anymore but…” and she walked out of the room.

You see, yesterday, my parents planned to go over to my Aunty’s for New Year. But during the day, Mum had to work, so me and Dad and Nikki went to Manly. On the way back we rang mum, to tell her we’d be over to my Aunty’s house in about five minutes, and that we’d see her soon (she was still at home). In about 20 minutes we get a phone call, she thought we were gonna pick her up on the way, we thought we were gonna meet her there. She got really pissed off and hasn’t spoken to my father since.
I’ve told her it was just a misunderstanding, but she keeps saying how self-centred he was. Now when my Dad talks to her she looks at him, then looks away and doesn’t answer. Dad just gets us to ask, so all their conversations go through me or my sister.
Come on!! They’re not 5 year olds anymore, they should be able to sort out their problems without resorting to “I’m not talking to you anymore” and “Would you ask you father to pass me the…”
I really need to talk to someone about this. There’s someone I wanna tell cause they’re going through the same thing, but I can’t because we don’t talk about personal things. Someone else who’s going through the same thing, but I don’t wanna bring it up in case I hurt them. Someone else who’s going through the same thing, but they think I’m overreacting. Someone else who’s going through the same thing, but all our conversations centre around them and now it’s such a drag to talk them at all.
I need a hug too. My sister doesn’t like hugging, my Dad always thinks there’s something wrong if I hug him randomly, my Mum’s always in a bad mood. “I’ll play as long as your father doesn’t. You father’s an arse”
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And next time I blog I swear it will be happy =)
Cuz I’m still smiling. Like, not right now, but in general, I’m still happy, I’m trying to ignore this as much as possible.… Dammit, I need a hug.