To my neighbors who constantly yell at their kids
I don't like you. I tried to smile and wave back at your falsely nice expression, but I could't. We hear you scream everyday. Our walls are not that thick, you must know we decipher each and every one of your words when you're making fun of them. They're kids. You shoudn't be mocking your own kids, let alone yelling at them. They need support and stability to grow up. I'm that close to call social services on you.
I hope they hate you enough to learn what real care is, when they grow up. I hope they'll find someone to show them unconditional love, like I had when I left my own scream house. You know it's my 8^th year in a home who never heard a scream, who never suffered a smashed plate? It is possible. We had our share of tiredness and unbehaving pets, but we didn't raise our voice once. I can't wait to meet my soon-to-be baby and raise her with nothing but tenderness. It will be hard, at times, but I bet a million bucks you won't hear a yell from our side of the walls. Because we like to live in peace. I can't wait to show your girls what a real family can look like. You don't know that, but I already begun the work of taming their fear of the outer world.
You're both too far down the road of violence, I hope you die alone. I should be sending you forgiveness or shit, but I won't. I'm sure you both have your own cycles of abuse to break, but you're not even trying. You chose pride, and cowardness. You think you have authority? You should see them when your back is turned. Your girls will build their families without you, and the world will meet them with kindness, like you never did.