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Constant Yelling
I dealt with it as a child.
It was never ending.
I walked on egg shells all the time.
I was never fealt safe at home.
As an adult, I am having the same issue,
but different offender.
I do not find peace at home,
it's near damn impossible.
The constant yelling,
constant noise.
I wish you would just stop yelling at me.
During my childhood, I walked
During my childhood, I walked on eggshells all the time. I realized at a very, very early age (sometime prior to kindergarten) that I was unable, and would always be unable, to fulfill my parents' expectations. There was so much I could not disclose to them. But, forty-eight years ago (as of the 13th of this month), I told them I wanted to be a poet (as opposed to my earlier ambition to be a writer of horror and/or science fiction stories); I said this to them on a Monday evening, during dinner, and the aghast expression on their faces was so amusing that I could not help giggling (and did not even try to suppress the response). Poetry was one of the four cardinal sins in their little (and belittling world); and the fact that I not only inclined to it, but openly admitted the ambition, struck them as an ultimate betrayal,
Yes, those eggshells are very, very familiar to me, and very much a part of my memories from childhood and adolescence. I am sorry you had to experience them as well.
Starward