Ever since I was 10 years old my parents have fought on every single family vacation, family adventure and family outing. It seems we reverse roles and they become the kids while we’re the adults. The fight is always something so small, so simple, so stupid, but turns into this big extravagant thing that ruins the place we’re going to.
We’ve gone on a family vacation every year from when I was the time I was 6 or 7 years old until I was about 17. We’re a close knit family and like to do activities together. My parents like us all to come together and enjoy each others company. But, there’s something they always forget – the fact that these outings bring on fights.
A few years back, we went out to dinner for my younger brother’s birthday, which was supposed to be a celebration, but turned into a nightmare when my parents got into a fight. My dad was so pissed that once we got out of the restaurant, he began walking home. The place we were at was located near a highway and all I can remember is my older brother throwing up in the back and me crying hysterically. Eventually, we found him and ordered him to get into the car. He sat next to me and I cried and hugged him the whole ride home.
Another time occurred several years ago in the middle of the night. It was so bad that my brothers and I woke up and tried to stop it. My dad was so angry he threw an item against the wall. I remember my brothers and I huddled into a circle and sobbed. I always wondered if they’d get a divorce because it’s gotten so bad. But, to this day it’s lasted, so obviously it shows how much they love each other.
Sometimes it’s bad, but cools down and other times it’s so bad that everything is ruined. Just this past week, it turned into a horrible situation at another restaurant.
We planned to spend the whole day together, which was a terrible idea because it seems our family can’t stand to be together for that long. That’s pathetic, but it might be the truth. Time and time again, I’ve seen it.
First, we attended my mothers work. Afterward, we made our way to the King of Prussia mall. After that, we were supposed to go out to dinner and then go to a haunted house. All was going well until we got to the mall. My parents began to show signs of a fight brewing. I could feel it as well as see it. I know how it works by now. Either my mom or dad walk alone and don’t say a word while the rest of us talk and laugh. This time, it was my dad who wasn’t having fun. He complained of being dizzy. We told him we’d go back to the car, but he claimed he was fine, so we went to the next store. Eventually, we left the mall because my parents were clearly unhappy with each other.
Our next mission was to find a restaurant to grab dinner. It was my older brothers treat. My dad shared how he wasn’t hungry. We chose Bob Evans and went inside and my siblings and I all said we’d never go on these trips anymore. My brothers and I were simply done with these family gatherings after this fight. We were sick and tired of being the grow-ups while they acted like the children. I mean, can you blame us?
Once we sat down, my dad repeated that he wasn’t hungry. We tried to get him to consume something small, but he wouldn’t budge. Instead, he angrily walked out of the restaurant and left us sitting there confused. I stood up and said how I was done. “If we don’t do this as a family, I don’t want to do this.” We were all supposed to be happy, but it was a nightmare. Not to mention, people were staring and I was embarrassed to the core. We walked out shamefully and saw my dad standing next to the car with his arms folded. We were done though. We were going to head home and leave this all behind us. I just wanted to get home, get out of the car and breathe in the fall air. I didn’t want to be trapped in a car full of tension.
On the ride home, no one spoke. Silence consumed the entire car and it was extremely awkward. Once we got home, everyone divided. I felt sick. My older brother and I went to the gym so the night wouldn’t be a complete waste of time. I felt a tiny bit better, but my dad was wrong and he knew it.
The next morning he apologized for his actions and said we could try it again. I told him the honest truth, “I’m just not sure if I want to try it again because it’s going to happen again.” Every time my parents claim “it won’t happen, we promise, it occurs anyway.” No matter what anyone says or does, it still seems to happen. I have no clue what it is or why it happens, but I’m just sick and tired of it. I mean, damn, if we can’t even hang out for one day, how the hell do you expect us to become a close, close knit family who does everything together?