12-13-84

Infighting

Now, as I write this, my father and my sister are having a noisy argument upstairs. You know -- the kind where they pound their fists on the table and yell. My sister does most of that.

It's been happening too often lately. Something is wrong. I mean terribly wrong. There is lack of communication and lack of understanding. And lack of love. Etc.

I don't know what more to write. I hate these fights. But I'm torn between listening and leaving. Problem is, I can hear the voices and the table-pounding all thru the house, but I can't hear what's being said.

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