My parents have been constantly arguing for the last few months, every argument ending with the slamming of the front door and a loud wail of sobbing, and today my dad has finally packed up and left. I guess it’s the natural progression because I’ve witnessed first hand the decoration of what was once a loving, best friends forever, relationship into anger, suspicion, petty mind games and finally destruction.

 I guess I’m sort of relieved that it has finally happened because they were both miserable but, hello, ow.

I think it was partly my fault. I bought them Little Britain tickets for the 20th Anniversary which, I don’t know, put a sort of end date on it? I don’t know how it works but now what is left over is two Little Britain tickets that they’ve given back to me. Want them? I hardly want them.

I’m so confused because this sort of thing happens to other people. We’re a happy family. Now I’m just angry at them for being so weak and unable to sort it out themselves. And I’m angry at myself for being so useless. My brother doesn’t even know yet. He’s staying with our cousins and hasn’t come home yet. He’s the sensitive one so I have to be the big sister and look after him.

It just isn’t fair at all. Or maybe it is. Maybe now they can be happy. I’m 18 and going to University next year so I think I’ll just sort myself out then. For now I’ll just try and hold everyone together and sort out their lives. On top of all my homework. I’m not in the mood.

End of an era? I dunno. I don’t care, to be honest. It is their problem and doesn’t affect me right now. Now I just feel sick and dead inside.

Excuse me, I have a massive Spanish article to translate.