When I was just 5 years old my partents sat me down and said to me “honey your father is going to leave only for a while when your older you’ll under stand”
But what they didn’t under stand is i knew wat was happening… He wasn’t coming back to live with us in a day a mounth or a year he was never to step foot in my home again 2 years later it was offical.NEVER EVER EVER coming back because the day he got the divorce papers signed he was to be married lucky me….
Two years later my mom got married and he was very nice but it wasn’t the same I got sad and deppressed though so my mom got me consiling (I hated it) then i quit that but my dad did something i never got over he took us to cort. he wanted me to live with him and go to a horrible catolic school like my step mom did. It was hard to tell my dad I didn’t want to live with him. I had so many bags. Hate, love, saddness, Responsibility,my friends,school , hope but mostly dreams. Ever since my parents got a divorce….....(ran out of room next story!♥)