Blasé.

“I, Tiresias,/ Blind and throbbing between two lives…”

Tiresias said this when he was torn between his childhood home in Bombay and his new existence in Toronto. Tiresias, dude, I can relate. 

For those who don’t know, my parents are in the process of a divorce. My dad left last December and moved in with his girlfriend in Katy. They live in a big two-story house with plenty of space (2 extra “spare” bedrooms that no one uses). My mom’s house is a one-story with 5 people already living there (my mom, brother, sister, niece, and cousin). So, naturally, the answer of where to stay is obvious, right?…Well, that honsetly couldn’t be farther from the truth.

Complications include: my mom wanting me to stay with her at the Sugar Land house. I also work at Saltgrass, which is 20 minutes from the SL house, but a good 30-35 minutes from the Katy house. I don’t get along with my mom well. I’m comfortable around the “new family” in Katy. There’s constant arguing and/or fighting going on at the SL house. There’s not always stuff to do at either house. The Katy house is far from all my old friends, who all mostly live in Sugar Land. Both have their ups and downs of course.

The main problem is that I know that my mom is going to be upset if I stay with my dad. Only because she feels that she lost my dad already, she doesn’t want to lose another part of her life. And I understand that. Completely. But…she just doesn’t want to see that staying with my dad would just be so much better for me. I’d have the privacy of my own room, not so much fighting, not so many hurtful words thrown around…I’d be happier, honsetly. And it’s not like I’m never going to go see my mom often, cause I plan on going visit her. Just the way she sees it and talks about it like it would be such a horrible thing to do to move in with my dad over the holiday breaks and summer…it makes me feel so guilty and makes the decision that much harder.

As if moving away to college, working hard to make money for the things I want, and my recent breakup weren’t hard enough…