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Divorce - the Truth of a Woman-Child

Mom - Dad, Why couldn't you have just gotten along, Why couldn't you have tried to work it out, Look at what you taught me, To give up before I even tried; That my relationships will never work. You scream and fight, And leave my siblings and I here at night, To go out gallivanting on your own, You've taught me that I don't have, To take responsibility. You blame each other, You cast your children to a fate of hell, You make up excuses, We almost had to bail you out of jail. You forced us into adulthood, But treat us like a strangers child, How can we be good children, When you've let us run wild. Yell at me for my grades, Go ahead I enjoy the fight, How can I study for my test, When I have to cook and clean all night. My younger brother is crying, He runs to me like I'm his ma, The laundry is still dryin, And I've still got six loads to fold before I'm grabbed by mornings claw. I'm goin on 3 hours of sleep, Skipped school to get the young one there, I make them breakfast, And finally find the time to wash my hair. Your nursing your hangover at your "friends" house, I'm just starting mine cause this life sucks me dry, Good thing you brought home 3 bottles of vodka, I don't know what we would've done if for once you didn't buy. I'm not gonna be an alcoholic, But it feels good to be there, Drunk enough that when you flip out, I wont have to shits to give or care.

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Gina Young

Date: 11/14/2013 7:02:00 PM

I definitely can relate to this is a way. My parents real divorce never affected me--just the crap that lead up to it. Once they were apart it was almost easier. I totally understand the fighting, the responsibility and the wanting to escape it, any way possible. I would drink the leftovers of the whiskey bottles b4 school...very sad that u had to deal with this..glad things are better now.

Jay Loveless
Date: 11/19/2013 2:06:00 PM

Yeah I thought you would. And for me, it was pretty much the shit leading up to it too. The stuff leading to it, the separation. And then the divorce. Now, after years and years, they are finally able to mostly talk without shit flying.

Jay Loveless
Date: 11/19/2013 2:06:00 PM

I drank whatever was in reach. I just used Vodka as an example in this because that was what my mother always drank.

Leonard Taormina

Date: 8/22/2012 3:31:00 AM

You have a gift for the written word so maybe as hard as your life may seem now perhaps one day you’ll find it served you as experiences that kept you from becoming say complacent or worse.

Jay Loveless
Date: 11/19/2013 2:04:00 PM

Your very right Leo, the experiences Ive had have helped me grow along the way.

Justin Bordner

Date: 8/16/2012 12:11:00 AM

This saga reminds me of angels abandoning their offspring to fight for beautiful survival - I think this piece is special, archtypical of all souls wrangling with the blight & bliss of this bizzare world - thanks for not being afraid to be raw and passionate! J.A.B. %

Jay Loveless
Date: 11/19/2013 2:04:00 PM

Truth be told, Im terrified to be raw and true. But, the demons inside sometimes need to be released to be vanquished...Or at least pushed back a bit.

Justin Bordner
Date: 8/16/2012 12:14:00 AM

Your avatar is dreamy -

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 8/15/2012 7:39:00 AM

Yes, I agree with Michelle here. this is child abuse in the form of neglect. you need someone to be talking with. It's nice you can also write out your feelings in your poetry. Keep channeling your feelings through writing and try not to follow in your parents' footsteps. I wish you luck. Luv, Andrea

Jay Loveless
Date: 8/16/2012 9:29:00 AM

Andrea and Michelle. I want to let you know, that this is in the past. Yes, my siblings and I have gone through quite a deal of abuse and such, but its no longer this way. I am 18, almost 19, and not living at home. My mother and father got a divorce, my mother kicked my father out (though I wish he would have stayed) and started acting like an adult again (for the most part) and taking care of my brothers.

Michelle Mac Donald

Date: 8/14/2012 2:58:00 PM

Makes me feel very sad for you all, Jay. Divorce can suck when it's the children who become the victims. Bring this poem to school, someone has to give you a hand!:( This sounds like child neglect and abuse. Hard to take on the responsibilities of an adult. Hope all works out for the best!! love, Mikki

Jay Loveless
Date: 8/16/2012 9:30:00 AM

Im not freaking out now, but Im telling you, all is well now, and you dont have to worry though I appreciate your concern. With Love, Jay

Jay Loveless
Date: 8/16/2012 9:29:00 AM

Her boyfriend is an asshole, but that part isnt up to me. My brothers are being taken care of, their in therapy and their safe, and thats all I care about. I no longer go to school and even if I did, I would not report it. I had it taken care of.

Jay Loveless
Date: 8/16/2012 9:29:00 AM

If you continue reading older poems you'll see, when I was very young I was raped. I still have not reported it though I have talked about it and endured my own councelling. However, I will never report it. And that Is my own choice. Id tell you to ask my old psychiatrist if you could. Hed tell you I freak the F out when people try to convince me to report it.