Goodbye My Almost Lover {on hold}

Chapter 1

{NOT EDITED}

Writing an obituary for your mother who recently died is hard. Except when you hate her and you never thought of her as a good human being.

I mean I never saw her because she always was away on business or as I like to call it, a way to cheat on my father.

So you can imagine walking up to a podium and saying that you hated a woman that was one who gave birth to you.

The sad part is my dad knew. He only stayed around for me and my siblings. So, I grew up without a mother and with a brother, sister, and father.

My dad mourned through the whole thing. I knew he would. I was obviously a one-sided relationship because my dad gave her money and she spent it on gas to go to her "friend's" house.

It is also sad to know that my siblings didn't know so they assumed she was a good person. This lead to them actually mourning over my mother's death.

And while they mourned I was celebrating by getting drunk off my ass. That isn't how I usually handle situations though. I usually cry for these things but I feel like I was put through much shit with her to cry.

What I find ironic about this situation though is the fact my mother got in an accident driving home from staying at a "friend's" place. She wasn't even drunk. She was driving and someone just rammed into her.

I kind of want to thank the person who ran into her. My mother never connected with me because she thought women should be proper while as you can see I like to swear.

My dad thought it was a way to express my actions through swearing so I could do it, along with my siblings.

Now since only my dad and I knew my mom was cheating on him, people would suspect I would feel terrible. Except, of course, my best friends who actually knew I despised the woman.

So can you imagine all the sad looks I got from everyone at school on Monday even though my mother died yesterday. People would look sympathetically at me or confused as to why I'm even here. It was kind of hilarious when the dumb cheerleaders were literally looking like they would kill because of all the attention.

So all through the morning, everyone looked sadly at me. Until I got to lunch where my friends are.

"Everyone is stupid," I say as I sit down at my lunch table with friends.

"Yeah, Reigna, I'm not going to lie, but I feel bad for you right now," Max says. Max Smith is probably the most sarcastic and terribly hilarious people you will every meet. By terribly hilarious, I mean he once asked why the boy dropped his ice cream cone. And the answer was because he got hit by a car. So there is Max in a nutshell.

"It probably feels like getting kicked in the balls," my friend, Haley, says. Haley Robinson is the type of girl who is badass and everyone wants to be as confident as she is. She is the most amazing girl I know because she knows what I want when I want it so we basically read each others minds.

"You don't even have balls," I tell her.

"What's your point? I mean it seems pretty painful with all of the screaming and groaning when I either punch or kick someone in the balls," she says so nonchalantly.

"Yeah, it really hurts. Considering I've had that happen by you over twenty times," Max mentions.

"What are the losers talking about now?" says a guy I know all too well. The guy is Henry Jeffreys. He cheated on me and was also one of my ex-best friends. That was probably why I loved freshman year.

"Talking about how much fun it would be to punch you in the balls," Haley says.

"Oh, that is the closest you could ever get to anyone's balls," he says with a smirk.