Walking on eggshells

The eerie silence and fake sense of peace that follows a loud violent shouting match….

Pounding hearts.. messed up minds.

Words hurled, impulsed actions.

The people who get hurt are EVERYBODY.

I grew up in such an environment and hated the feeling of walking on eggshells…

Sadly of recent months, this hatred nightmare feeling is happening more and more often.

I wish you know how much it hurts from my point of view.

The relationship taken for granted. Me, taken for granted.

Your son asked “why daddy say he want to beat you?”

His innocence…… one day he’ll fully understand and I hope he won’t grow up like that.

I will fight to protect my kids for now, till they can protect themselves.

I will fight for what is right and not abusive actions hidden behind the excuse of discipline.

I hated growing up in such an environment. And the last thing I want is for my own kids to go through the same.

Sometimes I hear them laugh and shout so happily, and my heart breaks a little… because who knows when you’ll go crazy and shout at them for just being kids instead of just a stern warning 

Parenting is tough as shit! I’m not perfect. We’re not perfect.

It’s so easy to say “then from now on I don’t care anymore. U handle..”

And at those times, I wonder if we really made the biggest mistake of having 3.. should have just have none…

I blame myself for bringing them to life.

Kids are the reflection of their parents. And we’re like shit with shitty tempers!

Many days of late, I feel sooo so sorry to them……..