"Two households, both alike in dignity,
In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life;
Whose misadventured piteous overthrows
Do with their death bury their parents' strife.
The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love,
And the continuance of their parents' rage,
Which, but their children's end, nought could remove."
At this moment, I can say i feel like Romeo and Juliet combined. I can honestly imagine my dad as the house of Montague and mom as the house Capulet. Both don't seem to know how to agree, and I'm stuck in the middle. Just hope it doesn't take a tragedy to get them to agree on things.
