A lonely home

I live in a family of three. My mother hates my father. My father hates my mother’s habits and I hate myself.

my parents were on the brink of getting a divorce. It was just the formalities that put it on hold for a day or two and then the lockdown happened and all of our lives came to a halt. 

My mother spends the day in her room, my father in the living room and me in my room. All three of us are never in the same room at the same time. They’ve been sleeping separately for more than a month now. Sometimes me and my mother or me and my father eat food together and thats the only time we’re together at all. Nobody speaks a word. There’s just nothing to be said. I have never been much of a vocal person at home or anywhere. I can’t bring myself to talk to either of them.

The three of us cannot talk to each other without it ending in an argument, a shouting match or sometimes even physical altercations. I don’t know what’s going to happen in the coming future. The world is facing such a great problem but once it ends a lot of the people are going to go back to their normal lives. I feel like mine’s only going to begin after it ends.