BLOG LIFE

part2

Everyday, I watched my mum and dad argue and fight like cat and dog. Him calling her a 'fat bitch', 'slag', basically calling her every name under the sun and that was my life. I thought it generally happened in every family, like it was something common (thought it was the norm, a way of life)- clearly it wasn't. I always remember watching my mum stand up for herself and it was always the worst because I always knew what would happen next.

'Dad stop, you're hurting mum'  I cried, but he never listened or he'd reply 'FUCK OFF, this is between me and your mum' and I watched has he abused her and begged for him to stop. He literally beat her and until she was black and blue. My mum was trapped by a monster but in all honesty there was nothing she could do.

The same old excuses were always being used, 'I tripped', 'I walked into a door', 'I fell down the stairs' . My mum always used it to cover up and she always told me that things would be alright in the end. 'SHE PROMISED' and she was right.

Days went by and things were just happening on a regular basis. My mum was always crying and my dad was always angry. On top of that my dad was drinking all the time. He was a bum. Everytime he went to get a job, he'd get it and then act like a prick or hurt himself in which it'd have to leave and just doss around the house, doing absolutely nothing. With that in mind and him being at home all day, he'd still leave it up to my mum to pick me and my brother up from school every day and come home cook and clean like she didn't have enough on her plate as it was.

I remember, my dad having a lot of female friends and he'd always spend time with them. It was one summer, I remember this summer like it was yesterday, I was about 7 or 8 years old, so in primary (lower) school and it was our sports day. For once my dad was actually coming to see me participate in sports day, I was ecstatic, buzzing, well over the moon is what you could say. 

All us little kids were sitting in our correct places according to colour. I was in green. I remember seeing my dad waving and he waved back with a big smile on his face. So there's me doing the egg and spoon race, really enjoying myself, coming like 4th but I was still happy. My dad was there to see me, to support me and to make me feel as though he cared.

'TIME FOR THE RUN' the teachers called. There's me preparing myself. I looked around and he was gone, I didn't know where he was. I looked towards the school gates as you could see them from where I stood and there he was grabbing up some 'cheap tart' as i'd like to say and screaming at her. *Sirens* Next thing you know, the police were called and took him away in the car. I stood there in floods of tears because another day of my life was ruined but this time in front of all my teachers, my friends and their parents. IT HURT!  

My mum was phoned and the teachers explained to her what had happened. MY MUM WAS EMBARASSED! My mum cuddled me tight as i cried and she told me, i'd never see something like that again and that he'd be better, he was just going through a ruff patch but i knew this wasn't the first time or the last time this was going to happen..