Life's Drama

I’d finally reached a point in my life where I could take all that was good and rebel against it. Life was pretty good even if I wouldn’t exactly admit it. I was a teenager after all. I could take the smallest incident and turn it into life’s largest drama. It was expected. I could get away with it. Hormones would take the blame for most of it.

And then, my parents split. All of a sudden, I was no longer the center of attention. I was no longer able to get away with crap. My life was turned upside down. Of course, I blamed my mother. She was the one I saw every day. She was the one that drove the family apart. Even if it wasn’t really her fault, I had to place blame. So now, not only did I want to, and need to, rebel. I was incredibly angry to boot.

There was no reason to get out of bed in the morning. My own sister didn’t even get it. She was older, of course. My status as the baby of the family had just been replaced by the dissolution of the family unit. We were all left to try to get past what was happening on our own. It wasn’t fair. There were four of us in the family. Now there were three bitter felines with their claws drawn ready to do battle. Without cohesion, defense mechanisms took over. The glue was gone.