post-fight bitterness and the spiral of fight

sometimes she says that she wishes she raised me differently – she wishes she was there for me more often, and to raise me in the way i should’ve came out – confident, competent, and someone she could’ve been proud of. but time, nor life, waits for anyone. and it’s always should’ve, could’ve, would’ve – when it’s too late for change. maybe i’m bitter right now, but i believe that they were always capable of change. but, i also falter and believe that perhaps i’m not enough to change for, to listen to, and to be honest with. they are both capable of change, of realization — and they’re almost there. they see and feel the consequences, and when things are good, they offhandedly mention that i’ll move far away, and speak to them less, and less to eventually not at all. maybe they’re right, maybe they’re wrong — i don’t know. my relationships with my parents have always been hot and cold. from the way they spoke to each other, the way they felt about each other — the way things would play

sometimes she says that she wishes she raised me differently – she wishes she was there for me more often, and to raise me in the way i should’ve came out – confident, competent, and someone she could’ve been proud of. but time, nor life, waits for anyone. and it’s always should’ve, could’ve, would’ve – when it’s too late for change. maybe i’m bitter right now, but i believe that they were always capable of change. but, i also falter and believe that perhaps i’m not enough to change for, to listen to, and to be honest with. they are both capable of change, of realization — and they’re almost t