They said love is war and I guess my parents must have taken that literally. If anything, I was glad to be all over with that phase of my life. I always wondered how they'd found each other. It was so much that they were not the least bit compatible. It was the fact that it was physically evident in everything they did. Frankly, it was hell for me but I was the least of their worries. When they weren't busy trying to tear each other's heads off. They barely paid attention to me. I was an only child. No doubt that I was the first child before their love turned sour if they ever had any love for each other to begin with.
Life was that way for me for as long as I could remember. There was no time that I ever imagined them being all love struck. It felt weird to admit that to anyone but I made up my mind to not let that ever be me. Avoid that mess called love all together. We end up being all war and no love anyways.
