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So I don't remember quite when my parents split up (I swear it was when I was 10 but I'm not sure). It ended up with split custody. My mom had me for one half of the week, my dad had me for the other.
Should also note I have a little brother, cause that's important.
My dad's partner at the time this happened was abusive. Not physically, but emotionally and verbally, meanwhile my dad allowed it, ignored it, and sometimes did it himself. It led to me only ever being in my room (and is also the reason I need my door to be visible at my desk so I can close it if I hear someone), and also me learning to completely mask any and all emotions, positive and negative.
There were also a lot of moments where my brother would have one of them shouting or berating him, and I would step in and find a way to make them target me instead.
Now flash forward to the day it all happened, Christmas of 2019.
My dad's girlfriend at the time also had her son live with us. Something with him happened, and a towel on the towel rack fell to the ground.
My dad saw this, and demanded my brother and I apologize. We had nothing to do with it. We never so much as touched the damn towel. And yet as much as we said we didn't do anything and wouldn't apologize, he and his girlfriend demanded we do.
After a bit, I decided enough was enough. My brother and I were sobbing from everything, and that when I called my mom and asked her to get us. It wasn't her day to have custody, but she said she would. My brother and I put our shoes on, during which we were still being told to apologize or that we were being dramatic. I think he believed we were just going to run away somewhere and come back later after realizing we needed a place to be.
My brother and I left the house and walked down the street, still sobbing, and waited at the neighborhood mailbox until my mom arrived.
I'm realizing as I write this that exact details are getting harder to remember. All I clearly remember was that it was because of a towel we didn't touch, there was a ton of sobbing and shouting, and we got picked up by my mom and her girlfriend. Thinking about it, that's probably for the best.
And now here's the big consequence of it all. Leading up to it, I had not been taking medications. I hadn't needed them for a long time. After Christmas in 2019, I had to go on a ton of them, prescriptions changing and all that.
I didn't need medications anymore. I used to, but I'd gotten to a point where I didn't need them anymore. And after that day, I needed them again, and still need them now.
I may not remember exact details, but Christmas 2019 may be the worst day I remember, and I don't think I'll ever fully forget it.
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