Growing up, I always believed that home was meant to be a place of comfort, love, and security. But my reality was very different. From a young age, I found myself trapped in a storm of tension and conflict. My parents disagreed about almost everything—money, responsibilities, even the smallest decisions. Each disagreement escalated into arguments, and I, along with my siblings, became unwilling spectators in a home that felt more like a battlefield than a sanctuary.
Siblings, who should have been my allies, often took sides, fueling divisions and adding fuel to the fire. Conversations that should have been simple turned into heated debates. Even casual topics, like where to eat or how to spend the weekend, became sources of tension. I began walking on eggshells, terrified that one wrong word might ignite another round of conflict. The very place I longed to escape to for rest became a source of daily stress.…CONTINUE READING
