Mom's job is to be mom. To take care of the kids, cook amazing dinners, and keep after all of us to do our part in keeping the house clean ( though we never do so that job usually defaults to her too.) Dad's job is to be dad. To take care of mom when she is not well, to work to bring home money for the family, and to be an example to all of us. The brother's job is to be the protector. The one who stays up late even when mom and dad trust you to come home whenever, and the one with the totally awesome teen band ( though we know that is usually just a phase.) The sister's job, is to be the rebellious one, and she's good at it. She wouldn't come home when she had the chance and now that that chance is gone, she blames mom and dad for her not coming home. The boyfriend's job, well, if you are like me, most of the time, the boyfriend is there to cause havoc, to make you feel like you are not worth the time he spends on you, to use you and then lose you, and not to care about the pain that he is causing you. That is pretty much everyone in my life. Except me.
AND MY JOB IS TO SUFFER
The pain of a mother who does not want to suffer agony alone
The angst of being torn between an allegence to my sister and one to my parents
The shame of knowing that my little brother caught me in sin
The fear that mom and dad might one day find out the truth about my life
The anguish that comes with giving your heart away and receiving nothing in return
The sting when my hand touches the bruises that never seem to go away
The lonliness of suceeding at life, and having no one to share it with
The despiration you feel when you realize that no combination of pills will numb the emptiness in your heart
The yearning for someone who can hold your heart in their hands and nurse it back to health
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