Personal Narrative: My Car Ride

The car ride was reduced to complete silence. My head was turned towards the window, longing to be anywhere but there. I noticed the road curve in the distance, the thick trees swaying in the wind, and the sky turn dark ominous shades of blue. My thoughts drifted but always seemed to be pulled back to our problems. Was it my fault? No it couldn't be. Whenever your temper got out of hand you pinned it on me. Yet somehow I was always left with the feeling the overwhelming feeling of guilt for resenting you. It was like a constant tug a war between forgiveness or refusing to accept your behavior. I glanced over at you, driving with one hand on the wheel, the other resting against your head. Your jaw was clenched tightly and you had that crease

The clouds grew thick and splatters of heavy rain began to smack the roof. I watched the small trickles of rain roll down the windows. The tension in the air remained yet I still saw it necessary to argue my points. “Maybe if you just got help we wouldn't fight like this, you always blame everyone else for you problems.”
“Maybe if you weren't brainwashed into thinking everything is my fault we would have a problem,” he fired back in his usual angry tone. I sighed out of aggravation and exhaustion. “You have this hatred towards me because you think i'm the bad parent. You never point the finger at her,” he continued. His mouth was like a gun firing words uncontrollably.
“Thats your problem, you never question yourself. You never stop and think maybe you're the problem. Then you think i'm not cable of forming my own opinion without the influence of someone else. Wake up already!” Every time I spoke it was like gasoline fueling his anger.
“I’m not going to argue with a child,” he said speaking town to me. Now I could feel my anger growing, however this was a different type of anger from his. It was a mixture of anger, sadness, irritation, and aggravation. All I could think about was how exhausting the whole thing it was. It's impossible to argue your side when the other doesn't even acknowledge