I wish things were back to the way they were before this;where yelling and screaming at the top of our lungs was not the way to get our point or thoughts across to the other; where instead we could have calm conversations.
Let's put an end to this tirade;
I don't want to have to run to my room anymore, to get away from you.
I don't want to have to worry if you made it home safe after drinking.
I want things to go back to how they were before,
where alcohol never got in the way of a happy Sunday morning breakfast.
I liked you better when you never came home drunk, when your smile was the first thing I saw on Sunday morning, the beginning of the week.
I liked knowing I didn't have to worry about your stressing over our family issues.
I liked knowing that you turned a blind eye to my aunt's drug addiction, my cousin's prostitution, my grandparent's ignorance, and my family falling apart.
It's true what they say,
ignorance is bliss.
If we ignored the true pain and stress we suffered daily, things wouldn't be as they are now.
Your drinking wouldn't be this bad.
The yelling would stop.
We could be together once again.
