Child in Between Two Arguing Parents Wolf
You know, kids these days, they ain’t got it easy. I seen it with my own eyes, neighbor’s kids, always yellin’ and screamin’. Parents fightin’ like cats and dogs. Poor little things, stuck right in the middle. It ain’t right, I tell ya. This whole thing about child in between two arguing parents, it’s a real mess.
I heard tell on the radio, some smarty-pants doctor was talkin’. Said it ain’t good for the young’uns, all that fightin’. Stresses ’em out, he said. Something about cortisol, a big word, I dunno. But it makes ’em scared and worried. Like a little rabbit caught in a trap. Makes their insides all jumbled up, can’t think straight.
- Makes ’em nervous, jittery all the time.
- Can’t sleep good at night, always havin’ bad dreams.
- And they get sad, real sad. Like the whole world’s gonna end.
And it ain’t just the little kids neither. The big ones, too. They see their folks fightin’, they think it’s their fault somehow. Start blamin’ themselves. It ain’t fair, I tell ya. Kids shouldn’t have to carry that weight on their shoulders. They should be out playin’ and laughin’, not worryin’ about their momma and daddy tearin’ each other’s heads off.
I seen a show once on that there TV box. About these kids who went through somethin’ called PTSD. Another big word. Means they seen somethin’ real bad, real scary. And guess what? A lot of ’em, their parents were always fightin’. Them kids, they were messed up bad. Always lookin’ over their shoulder, jumpin’ at every little noise. Poor souls.
This anxiety and depression thing, it’s real. It ain’t just somethin’ them doctors made up. I seen it in them kids’ eyes. That hollow look, like they lost somethin’ and they ain’t never gonna get it back. It breaks your heart, it really does.
And you know what else? It messes with their brains. That doctor on the radio, he said somethin’ about brain development. Seems like when them kids are stressed all the time, their brains don’t grow right. They have trouble learnin’, trouble payin’ attention. And they have trouble with their feelin’s, too. Can’t control their anger, can’t make friends. It’s a sad state of affairs, I tell ya.
Parents, they need to wake up and smell the coffee. Fightin’ ain’t gonna solve nothin’. All it does is hurt them kids. They need to put their differences aside and think about what’s best for their young’uns. Kids need a safe place, a happy home. They need to feel loved and secure. They ain’t gonna get that if their parents are always at each other’s throats.
Emotional regulation, that’s what the doctor called it. Means bein’ able to handle your feelin’s. But how can them kids learn to handle their feelin’s if their parents can’t even handle theirs? It’s like teachin’ a blind man to paint. Just ain’t gonna work.
And this cognitive functioning thing, it’s important too. Means bein’ able to think straight, to solve problems. But them kids, their heads are all messed up from the fightin’. They can’t think straight, they can’t focus. They’re always on edge, waitin’ for the next shoe to drop.
I tell ya, this whole situation, it’s like a wolf in sheep’s clothing. Looks like a family problem, but it’s really a kid problem. Them kids are the ones who suffer the most. And it ain’t right. Somethin’ needs to be done. Parents need to learn how to communicate, how to work things out without yellin’ and screamin’. They need to put their kids first. That’s what bein’ a parent is all about. And if they can’t do that, well, then they ain’t much of a parent at all, are they?
So, if you’re a parent and you’re fightin’ all the time, listen up. Stop it. Just stop it. Think about your kids. Think about what you’re doin’ to them. They deserve better. They deserve a happy childhood. Don’t let your fightin’ steal that away from them. It ain’t worth it. I seen too many kids messed up by their parents’ fightin’. Don’t let your kids be another statistic. Give ’em a chance to grow up happy and healthy. That’s the best thing you can do for ’em.
