Since this has become a neverending problem, i feel more then obliged to put it in my journal...My parents...my parents are the nonpoint of the world's smallest nuclear explosion. Subject to numerous fights, from an adulterous ex-husband to a stressed wife, they only dropped the flag when it was way too late to save anything. They only have one kid - me - and they weren't too sure about that either. Maybe they weren't ready - don't get me wrong, I'm not ungrateful I exist, quite the contrary, but I am the last thread on a very thin rope... The only reason for them charging through the past several years of misery, hatred and addictions is me, as they believed I need both a father and a mother. You know what the irony is? I have had none, in the proper sense of the word, their distance being equally imposed by my immature, arrogant and selfish attitude as it was by their commitment to interests and own personal demons...so draw the conclusion, if there is a one...

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