Not by any means am I saying my whole life has been dark and dreary, nor am I saying that is has been kittens and rainbows.
How young is too young to start feeling miserable? My mom and dad used to fight a lot and as a toddler, I remember going to a next door neighbors house quite frequently. The fighting was especially bad one night and I could hear them all the way across the hall. (apartment complex)
I slipped past my babysitter's legs and despite her best efforts I flung the door open just in time to see my mom fling a shoe at my dads head. Rubbing the knot on the back of his head he looked over and shot a large overly-fake smile at me. Upon seeing me they both froze.
“I’ll be back home soon, Em.” He said, before turning to my mom with teary eyes and heading out the door. Unfortunately, this was a lie.
Thankfully he is still largely a part of my life and I will always love him unconditionally, but he did not return home. To my child perspective, it seemed almost immediately that my mom was remarried and we moved out of the only place I’d known as home and into the country. This was all fine, and I was going to my fathers’ house on the weekends.
Don’t get me wrong, I love my mother unconditionally as well and always will. We have had our own relationship problems but that’s a story for another time. My problems with the male species began with my stepfather. His probation for drinking and driving had ended and he hadn't a care in the world.
Not even for his family, and especially for my brother and I.
