Interesting running posts over at Sully re: parents fighting in front of their kids.
I don't ever remember my parents fighting when I was a kid. That's not to say they didn't; I led a childhood of oblivion, complete with carnival music in my head as I walked around wondering yeah, what the hell IS Goofy? Maybe Brothatime!! has a different story - I picture him with a green visor and banker's lamp, griping at my parents to get a better amortization rate. And as I've said before, my dad spent a large amount of his time nodding his head while reading as my mother ranted on and on about her day. Who's to say if this was better or worse than arguing?
But I do know that there's nothing I like less than when couples blatently argue in front of me. My gut clenches and my eyes freeze as I pretend to not notice they're screaming at each other, all while pulling a jedi mind-trick of "Umm...do you SEE me sitting here?" If it freaks me out, I'm guessing it's even worse for their kids, who have a stake in things.
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