Our family slowly started drifting away, acting like strangers under one roof. Talking behind each other’s back, mean glares at one another…it seems to have no end to it.
I miss the laughs we all used to share, the memories made together, everything a family usually does as one. It brings me to tears knowing that we’re all drifting apart, while our two loved ones are above watching and witnessing this all happen.
None of this was suppose to happen. We’re suppose to have each other’s back, especially the downfall of it all, but instead we choose to bump heads.
It scares me knowing one day everybody will reach their breaking point, to where we can’t even put our differences aside for a family dinner or birthday party.
