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They fought.

Everyone fights.

They crashed about 

Like Virginia Wolf,

And the frightening thing,

There were no questions asked,

No thought,

Is this what all families

Do?

The loud conversations, 

The tears and hunched shoulders.

But they loved each other

As loudly as they fought.

From what I understood,

As a grown child stood

Back.

Can’t wait till you leave,

I can chase your mother

Around the couch. 

There was always one couch 

Not placed against a

Wall

In the many living rooms

Where we did live. 

Eleven by my count 

Many more by their.

That I thought this was 

Everyone’s life. 

Fight, drink, move.  

So I married and fought and drank and moved. 

Until I could move no more. 

And saw no that is not love

Not how you were to live, or love.

Hurt. 

They fought like Virginia Woolf    

 But loved like

Nobody’s tomorrow