Home Feels Like a Battlefield—But I’m Not the Referee 😅
Sometimes, I swear my family’s tiny apartment in Brooklyn could win an award for the loudest arguments. Every time my parents start up, I freeze—should I hide in my room, blast my headphones, or just disappear for a while? The worst is when their voices get sharp and I hear my name. Suddenly, I’m not just a bystander—I’m the reason for the storm, or at least it feels that way.
I try to act like I don’t care, but honestly, it’s exhausting. I wish I could tell them how much it hurts, but I’m scared it’ll just make things worse. My older sister used to help me through these moments, but she’s moved out, and now it’s just me and the echoes.
Ever feel like you’re stuck in the middle, wishing you could fix everything but knowing it’s not your job? If you’ve been there, I’d love to hear how you deal. Maybe we can help each other feel a little less alone. 💬
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