August 4, 2015
Disclaimer: This blog is extremely controversial and thus may not be suitable for younger audiences.
My family has always been like a pendulum – one day we’re frosted with love and the next we’re glimmering with contempt. I’ve always been the wild card – the one who plays both sides. This means: Daddy has problem, daddy talks to Joey and makes mommy enemy. Mommy has problem, mommy talks to Joey and makes daddy enemy. I hope you picked up on the fact that I used certain variants of words on purpose, because I’m trying to make this as comical as possible. But that aside, there is a huge problem in the dynamic that exists here, and since I’ve moved to Florida it has only grown. Granted, it has been worse in the past, I think, but this is slightly more significant because it involves all four of us (I have a brother) and we’re split across states.
I thought I would make a blog detailing all the great adventures I’ve had this summer in Florida and my beach travels, and my trips to Miami. That’s a fantasy. I actually spent most of the summer transferring into my mom’s grandmother’s home (the house that her grandfather died in), and getting everything that was in it moved up to Pennsylvania, and waiting on an offer so that dad could sell our old house in Kentucky and get down here. Oh yeah, he’s still there. Also, the offer was declined, which basically means that we will be getting $0 from the home (we were involved in a lawsuit that we should have won but didn’t because government). Now, what I’m putting on the Internet here is actually classified information that I really shouldn’t be telling anyone, but in the grand scheme of things that doesn’t matter, because millions of people experience this same kind of stuff and millions of lives have been destroyed by politicians. Granted, I already don’t like the government, and while I could outline the lawsuit in detail, I won’t because that actually is classified information (note my use of the word “classified” as though I am official).
This, of course, has caused a great deal of domestic conflict, but it’s mainly a result of vivacious outbursts that go too far and cause more vivacious outbursts. It’s crucial to note that I spend as much time as possible away from my immediate family because of these reasons. Despite this, however, I still seem to get involved in the most convoluted ways and end up being on one side or the other for simply stating the following: “I cannot help you because this is your problem, not mine.” First of all, as the child, it is not my responsibility to tell you how to spend money or handle your marital problems. Actually, that’s yours. Secondly, it is not my duty to take sides with you because you tell me one thing that is probably a result of biased opinion and exaggerated discourse. And third, you have no right to get mad at me for stating facts, such as: “I don’t know.” Let’s get real for a moment: I prefer spending time with my parents when they aren’t at all associated with each other. This is because they are focused on them instead of being focused on each other or talking about each other, particularly in negative lights. This is exactly why I told both of them in the past countless times that divorce might be good for them, even though it probably is way out of line for me to do that.
The other problem is that instead of seeing the good in me as my own person, my parents see only the parts of me that result from each other’s flaws, or at least that is what is vocalized most prominently. I can’t help the situation if I don’t have cooperation. Also, if you want me to respect you as my parent, then please respect me as your child. I am not brainwashed, nor am I “taking sides” as if this is some type of civil war. I’m simply playing along; if you want to talk to me, I’ll listen. But if you tell me not to say this or disclose this and that, well that’s where I have to draw some lines. I am not your keeper of marital secrets, and I actually find it funny how you can trust me with that. Now, that’s not to say that I’ll go out of my way to tell mom everything dad says. But let’s make one thing clear: I will not hesitate to disclose information if a question is asked that I know the answer to. If you cannot handle your own problems like adults and more importantly as a married couple, then you really should not be talking to me about them. Thus, do not make me the enemy when I cooperate because of your decision to involve me. If you have something to hide, then you should think twice before telling me about it because I don’t play dumb.
The problem is not my personality, but rather my role. This has pretty much been the extent of my summer; oh and I’m not starting college this month either because of these recent complications. Dad is still in Kentucky and should already be here, and my brother is currently in Pennsylvania. Go us! Listen, I care about my family, which is why I’m so firm about my points. But the fact is that I can’t fix this dynamic alone or at all really. We need to be working together, not against each other. Note that I am not looking for sympathy. Rather, I’m interested in hearing your thoughts, opinions, and/or experiences to any of the above-mentioned situations. Are you in the heat of domestic conflict? And if so, do you play dumb or be real? And if there are certain complications, are there reasons why you may react the way you do? I’m interested in hearing your perspectives.
I love you, but your attitude is like that of a shrew. Your options? Take a pill or be my kill. Might I suggest that you wear a vest. Perish in class or be banished to the land of bluegrass, where dreams don't exist as you'll be eternally pissed.