Feels minimal compared to other comments, but I've never really mentioned much about my home life: two parents who should've divorced years ago, and all the subsequent eardrum shattering arguments, insults, and emotional unloading and listening to each's biased recaps and rants afterwards, along with the internal conflict of simultaneously wishing they would separate already and hoping they don't because who wants to have divorced parents?; having a household income just large enough to not qualify for aid and to keep us fed, warm, basic necessities and whatnot but still stressed about bills each month and juggling them and stretching their overdue limits (and let's hope there's no expensive surprises thrown in there); both suffering from alcoholism at some point, one for a shorter amount of time thank goodness, but a bit violent, and then one for many many more years as a "functional" alcoholic that mostly just got progressively more stupid until getting mean after a certain point; and all the while I've just grown more jaded and cynical and farther away from both of them. It's just always been something I was embarrassed of, but for actually a pretty impressive amount of time growing up, I was always able to wake up to a new day, put whatever last night's drama had been aside, and go on my supposedly merry way, that I never really felt like I needed to mention it, and certainly didn't want to. Well I can't do that any more and still be healthy, but all I've ever said of it to anyone- never even to my oldest childhood friend, but to a different good friend- was that oh they might divorce after I go off to college, and only because I was asked what they would be doing once I left.

Sorry for the jumbled, probably slightly incoherent rant, kind of just venting right now.