Hi, guys. I'm sorry for not having a proper intro, but my blog this time is a bit personal. This blog is just for blowing off some steam, so please don't make fun of my problems.
My life to others is perfect. I have a huge house, a big family that loves me, and lots of friends. But around a year ago, my life changed. My mom and my dad sat Maddie and I down. We were on a ski trip in Colorado, and the trip was supposed to be fun. But in the end, it turned out to be the worst week of my life. The night before was a wreck. Tissues littered the floor, and I was curled up on the bed with tears rolling down my cheeks. Mom and Dad were fighting again, and I was in the crossfire once more.
There was always a routine to this. Maddie leaves, I get yelled at for being in the room, and Mom and Dad have a fight. We all sat at the table, where I knew the words were coming. The three of us wanted to hide it from Maddie to keep the perfect family, but we just couldn't hide it anymore. I cried once more as the tears left Mom's mouth. I ran outside, away from the world, and away from the cruel reality. I found a bench and sat, crying more because I will never be able to have a perfect family again.
"We are having a divorce." The words rang in my head over and over. "We are having a divorce." I was so vulnerable. "We are having a divorce." Nothing matters anymore.
Months pass and so many things have changed. Dad moved out of the house to buy another one. Mom is usually gone studying up north. I have gained more responsibility and weight to hold. Maddie is still oblivious to the entire situation we have. I try to stay happy, but I can't. Because nothing is the same, and nor will it ever be the same.
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