my parents are quite the cute couple.
They fight over their financial status, their work ethics, and their working environment; regular things married couples fight about. Sometimes it gets as bad as either my mother or my father just taking a drive by themselves without telling anyone where they went; this happens more often with my mother. Honestly, it scares me when it gets that bad. I tend to call her constantly, but, she doesn’t pick up because she doesn’t want me to tell daddy where she is. Although they fight, my dad comes to his senses sooner or later and tries to make up with my mum, no matter what.
My dad would snuggle and kiss her, and she, being a child that never was (her mother died at a young age and she took care of the family of 7), would always childishly push him away. But as always, my dad is persistent and she stops resisting.
They’re so cute.
I love it when they tell me about how they met and the period when they were dating
(So, when the rainbows were black and white? LOLjk). My mother would always tell me that she was the prettiest girl around and no one believed that she was poor. If you looked at my mother right now, you’d know she isn’t lying. My mom is gorgeous, even in her mid-40s. She’d tell me these stories with my dad sitting somewhere near. She’d tell me about how he’d never leave her alone. She gave him the time of day because he was nice and did well in school. She’d away emphasize many things to make him seem like the silly desperate guy who was madly in love with her. She’d tell me about how he’d come over to her house everyday and how he couldn’t do more than first base because my grandfather was around + my aunts & uncles. This is where my dad would jump in and say “I always saluted her like this, ‘YES M’AMM I’M HERE’.” & Of course, I’d crack up because my parents are so funny (+ my dad shows a side of him he usually doesn’t show) and my mother would make a huge frowning face of disapproval. They dated for about 10 years before they moved to America and got married.Now, every once in a while in the mornings before I head to school & after my dad gives her the daily kiss on the cheek, she’d say to me, “why did I marry that chump?”
I’d always respond with, “có còn hơn không,” which translates to “rather have him than to not.” Why? Because I know deep inside, I wish I had the kind of relationship they have. I wish I had someone who spent a great amount of time in my life and accepted all my imperfections and all my rages during those “womanly” times. I wish I had someone who would make an effort to stay with me, & make an effort to fix things, when everything was starting to fall apart. I’ve always wanted something like what my parents have; therefore, I always “opened my heart” in case that one guy giving me the time of day would be the one who would give me what I truly desired. So far, I’ve always ended up getting hurt because I decided to play nice. My parents are my role models, in a way, I guess.
After that, my mother would usually respond with “ờ, you’re right.” She’d continue on saying how my father is a good man, how he supports the family, and how he’d never stray from her; no matter what. I’d just say, “see?” while thinking how lucky she is. I am actually very envious.
So then I’d walk to the car and try to hide my tears because I’d wish I could have something like what my mother has. It scares me when my parents fight, because they don’t know what they’re giving up if they were to separate. I know that for a fact.
My parents are extremely cute together. I hope they become those cute old couples where people would stare and think “d’aww” & “eww” at the same time. They know each other so well. No one else would ever know more about each other than the two of them.
I hope I never have to show them this post in hopes they’d change their mind. Never.I know I don’t show it, but I love my parents. They’re quite adorable. Together.
My dad’s scary as hell x3 <3
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Although they tend to fight a lot,
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