"Sometimes Heading Home is the hardest thing anyone will ever have to do"
These words aren't wrong, Almost everyday for the past week
All I have ever wanted to do was spend time away from home.
I joke that it is like, "World War 3 at home, and I'm the neutral in the Crossfire."
But it's nothing to joke about in all honesty.
It hurts, to hear the people you love arguing over things such as money, and bills.
And knowing that there is nothing you can do to help.

How does one live at home, When threats of leaving and divorce are so casually thrown across the dinner table, that you can't help but to try and slide down in your seat to become invisible.
You sit and listen to these things and wonder, 'Will that ever be me someday? Will I ever get married and act like this?'

I wish I could answer that question for myself...But no one can see that far ahead into their future.
I personally don't think I want to.

So I sit and wait.
I wait out the yelling.
The threats.
The Silence across the table.
The cold bitter, "Good Nights" that follow.
And even the Insults that come after the argument.

I wait.
And Wait.
And keep Waiting.
Until it's safe for this turtle to poke out her head, only after she has made sure the Crows have gone, and slowly start walking once more to where ever it was she was originally going before the crows came and began their fight.
I wait.
And listen to the sound of my heart, breaking ever more.

I wait until the day it finally shatters.