She felt it all
He felt nothing

When they collided it broke both of their hearts.
He had grown up in a picture-perfect family.
She had grown up in a broken home.

What makes a home broken?
Is it your father's affairs or your mother's yells when he gets back home late every night from work smelling like another woman's perfume?

You climb into your bed as she screams at you to lock your door and not get into the adult conversation.
You're just like your father she whispers.

You're just like your mother he yells.

I thought I was the best parts of both of you.

Now I'm all grown up and my husband gets home.

I drink my insecurities away with whiskey and he drowns out my screams in another woman's embrace.

We fight and I tell my daughter to lock her door, she shouldn't be listening to this.

You're just like your parents he yells.