Her parents

My parents got divorced two years ago. I went theough some ad stuff then. My best friend’s parents must have seen it. The pain. As much as I tried to hide it, they must’ve seen it. Her house was a sanctuary to me at the time. But when I spend then night at hers, I hear her parents fighting. Sometimes, her dad comes home hours later than he said he would, half drunk. And I don’t know where he’s been. My friend says he hangs out at a bar sometimes, or with his friends. And the amount he drinks is bad. Really bad. And he comes home, and yells at his wife. And he yells at my friend. And whne I’m over, I hide in her room. He goes into a room, and slams the door, and when he comes put much later, everyone’s shaken, scared, it’s a hurricane. But typically, he coems out sober. And acts like nothhing ever happens. My friendks mom gets up early tommake him coffee, and does basically everything he says to do. And my friend is hurting a lot. She hates to see her mom in pain like that. Her gentle, kindhearted mom. Who swears and cries and curses under the cover of the night. And my friend is strong. She doesn’t let it show. But sometimes, when we are abut to drift off at a sleepover, she takes my hand from her bed, to my sleeping bag, and squeezes it. And when her parents start screaming, start fighting, and her dad says such terrible things, she cries quietly.