I think at any age, it's never a pleasantry to witness your parents in a super heated argument. Even if you've experienced these your whole entire life.
Initial reaction: "Holy shit, they're fighting in the street." This is a new one even for them. They came home, garage opened and started fighting. I'm upstairs and I can hear them echoing and filling up the entire street. After 15 years (they've done this before when I was like 7- and it actually happened in the street), the barrier of the Chinese/Taiwanese art of never airing your dirty laundry out in public- even to your close friends- and always upholding a perfect facade has just been crossed and fully smashed. 15 years of constant privacy and keeping to ourselves has been defeated within a matter of minutes. We've always seen other families handle unfortunate series of events, but never us.
Well, now us I guess.
Yet, to be honest at this point, it doesn't even seriously bother me (to the core of where my true being stems from) anymore. Only the entire lack of understanding and personal growth for my both of parents is what gets me. Along with the fact that these contiguous familial deep rooted issues/skeletons are forever unresolvable. Because I am the kind of person who absolutely needs to find and have a solution to any issue, for it to be completely erased from my heart and mind, or else it will perpetually linger on and weigh down my insides.
It got so bad even one of my father's close friends who lives minutes away showed up on the front door telling them not to fight anymore. I guess it started at his house. (they're supposed to be having dinner over there)
Oh, and of course the noise radiated is kind of annoying.
Sorry neighbors.
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