My talk with God

“I just can’t do this. Don’t you love me anymore”

“Of course I love you! Don’t you think that’s why I’m here? Please John. Where are you going?”

“I’m going for a drive. I got to think!”

“Where are you going to go. Drive around Hatfield all night!”

“Maybe I will!”

I listened from the stairs as I watched my dad drive off.“God, I hate this. Do you hear me up there? I HATE THIS! Why can’t you just make them stop? They’ve been doing this for years and each single fight I’ve heard and he uses me as a outlet telling me every single reason why he’s right and how my mom’s such a bitch. Well you know what? I’ve had it! I don’t want to be involved in this anymore. And the fact that I have to be here doesn’t help! God please make them stop. I know I’ve done things wrong,…very wrong even…but you know that I’ve changed. You saw me! You have seen them change and try to change too. Please save them from themselves and me from their hatred.

I know I can’t do anything to stop it now. I tried so hard in the past to cool them down and just let each other be. Why do they keep doing this to each other?” My knuckles cracked as I tighten clenched fists. “Damn It!” Screamed out through the hall as I saw the small dent. “I can’t even break a hole in the wall,” muttering as I walk away.

I try diplomacy with God again.“I’ve already told you that I'll leave if they get a divorce. And I will.” I cry as I sit their on my bed, their voices ringing in my ears. “I can barely live through this now. There’s no way I’ll make it through that.”