Love will tear us apart.
I was under a lot of stress when 
Two days before our return to Minneapolis, I got a call from my father telling me that he needed me to move back into our family home. I was confused and took it as a joke at first. Then he explained to me that my mother was leaving him. I was shocked and I began to worry about their future.
I’ve sacrificed a lot for my family and at one point I was the breadwinner. They had gone through a devastating loss and had to file for bankruptcy because of a business partnership that went sour. They lost everything and I stepped up to be the head of the family. My dreams of an easy life were gone. Instead of worrying about college like my friends, I was determined to quickly advance in the work field. I was the first to offer my assistance, I never said no, I never complained and I worked long miserable hours. My hard work paid off because I was able to purchase a home for my parents.
I’ve suffered a lot knowing that they’re having a hard time. In this month alone, my father has revealed a vulnerability that he has never shared. In all the years that he’s raised me, I’ve never seen this side of him and it’s heartbreaking. My mother on the other hand has clearly shown me that she doesn’t have the life skills to take care of herself. She has always had someone holding her hand through it all and doesn’t know how to live independently.
I’m at a crossroad.
Emotions are high and instead of handling matters on their own like adults, they’ve decided to drag me into the middle. They don’t have the guts to speak their thoughts aloud so I’m stuck hearing all their harsh words. They text and call me at all hours of the day, demanding me to relay messages to one another. I’ve been leaving my phone behind or hidden because there is an uncomfortable anxiety that builds up whenever I see it.
I had a mental breakdown a week ago because I felt pressured to give up my new lifestyle to return to the workforce. I live a minimal lifestyle and the joys of creating art has been rewarding. The downside is that I’m helpless to lend financial support. Guilt had begun to sink in and I began to desperately search for high paying jobs in fear that my father’s health will decline from overworking. He’s not ready to give up the home that I worked hard to get them.
For now, nothing is certain.
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