It Appears is Over?

​Fights, all relationships have them. There are those downs you and your partner must have to later have nice and pleasant ups. Nevertheless they might grow into the end of that relationship and turn the biggest lovers, into the worst enemies. The ending of a relationship is not an easy thing to get trough especially if it’s your own parents’ one.

​Fights can later lead into more and bigger fights and this was the case of my parents just as many other couples. It started with the typical fights of a married couple where the husband gets the wife mad and the husband ends up spending the night hugging the dog next to the sofa in a leaving room. My mom told me that it appeared to be just “grown ups” problems but know I see it appeared more than that. Nevertheless the fights became most constant and the arguments grew loud enough to keep me awake during the nights of early winter.

For details up to know I don’t quite know to this date, my dad left (or got kicked out) and it turn to the point where I saw him if anything two or three days a week. One day I told my mom that I wanted to spend some time with my dad; in search for answers and also cause I hadn’t seen him all week. My mom agrees and my dad came to pick me up to take me to a trailer that was on a terrain my parents were paying in order for us to build a house of our own. I remember our dog, Lacky; running around waiting for my dad and me to get out of the jeep that he drived. We used to live in this trailer for a while, so I spotted an extension cord that lead into the trailer coming from a neighboring trailer. I ask what it was for, and my dad answered “oh that is my source of electricity since, the trailer doesn’t have any the neighbor lend me some of his.” I remember the smile in his face but with tears almost dripping off his cheeks. The trailer had water and gas service, but in the cold nights there was no heater and he only had to two blankets.It was old and with little to no regulator of temperature, making the cold weather affects the inside of the room.

I spend two days with my dad in that trailer and then returned to my mom’s house, and I couldn’t sleep anymore knowing that my dad lived there for more than two months on those conditions. After a time my dad and mom had a talk that lead into the reconciliation of them and my dad back to the house. Deep down every day I’m thankful that I still have both my parents, so far, under the same roof.