Mom. The constant fighting. The nights up until 3 in the morning cleaning up after you. Picking you up off the floor. The names you would call me. The days I missed school. The nights I had to have Dad pick me up. The days where it was all my fault. The mornings of apologies. All the times you said you would stop. The wonderful times when you did stop. The nights where you would start all over again. The worst part of still loving you after you put your hands on me and kicked me out. It was your decision and you had the nerve to ask me if I was ready to come home! 

Dad. The nights spent hanging out with you. The days spent trying to get you to take me to school. The way we used to talk about everything. The way we never talk about anything anymore. All the women you used to bring home. All the times I needed help with my homework. The times where I had to be the adult. When you'd yell at me for waking you up. The worst part of still loving you after you still won't wake up any earlier than noon and how you always drink coffee before you go to "bed". 

Dad you spent all day sleeping while Mom stayed up all night drinking and I was left somewhere in the middle trying to figure out why neither of you wanted me.