Family drama, boyfriend drama! Drama seems to be woven all around me – I’m tired of all this drama in my life. Why can’t just one month pass by without a dramatic event in my life? I mean I do deserve peace too, once in a while! I feel that it would be best if I could just elope to one of those villages where yesterday is exactly like today, and tomorrow is never any different either. Monotonous, dull and lack of variance can sometimes be bliss!

The latest twist in my dramatic life; Mom and Dad had another fight; or you can call it an argument, if you like. Like all their random fights, I have no idea what brought this one up. I really thought they had it good and that things were going smooth. But now, after all those words said yesterday, I doubt they will ever be at peace with each other again. Mom even broke down and wept, that’s how bad things are between them.

I don’t understand my parents. They are acting like two youngsters who are not really sure what they want from a relationship – playing the blame game, and refusing to take responsibility like the adults that they are. It’s so frustrating that Sim and I are subjected to all this craziness; it’s stupid and pointless, adult games! Urgh! We are like two pawns in their game of chess; we are used to advance personal battles that we have no knowledge about.

It is said, by mom, that we are no longer going home – P.E. I told her as a matter-of-fact that if she wanted to remain in Cape Town, it’s not a problem, but I am living with or without her. I can’t bear to imagine myself sitting here, with nothing to do, the whole of December. I am already bored now.

When she realised that I’ve made up my mind about it and that there wasn’t a chance in hell I would change it, she decided to pull the “big debate” card about how we are financially incapable to ebb and flow – from Cape Town to P.E. – as we would like to. I think she was implying that if I had taken her advice and looked for work we would’ve had the money.

As a last resort in her attempts to stop me, she has repossessed my car once again. Isn’t that a bit just too unreasonable and a bit desperate?

“It’s cool with me,” I told her.

I am not going to suck up to her. She bought it for me, with her money, so she can have it! I just gave her the keys. She’s punishing me for being on my father’s side. Well, for I will suffer for whatever he did wrong… I already am.

Anyway, it’s fine, just called dad and he said he would deposit money for me to get home. But at first he was unenthusiastic about it and acting all strange, saying that mom needed me! Do I look like my mother’s keeper? Mom is not sick mos! Mom is a big girl, she will get through this. I am happy she is not drinking anymore.

Parents are very queer, catch me on Facebook: The Diary of Zinzi Zwane and let’s have a chat about our parents…

ZZ xxx