When I was in high school I used to wish they would get divorced and find other people so perhaps I would have a chance at a normal family life.
Lil, I told this to the very first counselor I went to and was told, " You really don't mean that." Of course, I did. There was so much open hostility it freaked me out. My brother was more ADDH/manic and detached, but I got absorbed in the whole thing. I was used as an ally and a judge, and in an unhealthy way, these roles gave me importance.
My parents matured and mellowed out since then ( it took about 40 years and I am not joking), but I often wonder what my brain would have been like without all that emotional trauma/drama.
