called home last night to wish my mom and dad a happy anniversary.

My dad and my brothers were home only.

My mom has taken to being mad at my dad for his religion.

godammit.

Why can't they get along? Why does she have to pick on him for every little thing?? Why can't he just bend every now and then to show her how much loves her??

I wish I were five again so I'd have a good excuse for throwing a tantrum.

I want to stomp my feet and pout and throw things.

I love them so much but they can be such children. My dad stopped drinking...it's never been a real problem for him, sometimes he overindulged, but he still did it wisely and didn't do it often. But now he won't drink, and he won't get anyone else a drink, including my mom. They went to a restaurant with a bar and my mom wanted a drink and my dad told her to get it herself. My mom has strict ideas of propriety and believes that only women who want men to look at them would get their own drinks, so thus, a married woman shouldn't be bounding up to the bar for her drink.... arg, it's complicated and I KNOW there is more to it than that, but you'd have to know my mom to understand.

Yesterday morning my mom left my dad a note that she wouldn't come home at night.

So my parents spent their 26th anniversary in different places.

Betcha my dad didn't even try to call my mom at work to convince her otherwise.

Betcha my dad is considering himself a martyr for taking his religion over his wife.

I have no idea what my mom is up to, or what she's thinking (I don't ever know what my mom is thinking). I'm too afraid to call her right now.