I have never been good at handling with squabbles even if it
does not involves me directly. I recall these few situations very clearly:-
1.
When I was just in primary school, my god-father
came home drunk and picked some verbal fights with my god-siblings. I ran into
the room and cried and kept telling one of my god-sister to get my god-father
to stop quarrelling
2.
When I was in early secondary school, my dad and
brother had an argument at the dining table. I could not stand it and went into
my room and cried.
It seems like the situation hasn’t change much (I just
noticed this connection). I just could not stand my kids arguing/squabbling
with each other. It makes my whole body so uncomfortable. Feels like I cannot
breathe. Feels like my heart is not mine. Feels like my head is going to blow.
I feel like going into my room and cry.
