It’s nearly 2 am.
Tonight nothing happened.
As in the nothing of my marriage but a lot “happened.”
My kids began snarking at one another the way they do and it cuts me right to the bone.
My children do not like each other.
No, really they don’t.
Of the four, some combinations work better than others but the truth is we all really live alone together here.
Of all the things my alcoholic marriage has cost me; of all the ways it has hurt, robbed and destroyed me, perhaps my children’s relationship, or lack there of, with each other is the most painful.
People tell me it will change once they are adults.
People tell me it is all “typical” sibling behavior.
That the palatable dislike they have for each other is normal.
We are a household of three teenagers and one very emotional tween.
Could it ALL be hormones and growing pains?
I want to believe…
I want to be hopeful…
But it’s hard.
I see so much of my husband’s behavior (not the drinking thank God!) in my children’s behavior that I find it hard to write it all off as sibling-stuff.
My kids hate each other.
It literally keeps me up at night.