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1999
You always felt lonely. Mom never spoke to you, exept the occasional:
"Do the fucking dishes" "I'm going out, so clean the house and put the kids to bed" "I work my ass off everyday and you can't even help around the house? You're so ungreatful!"
Or the occasional:
"Why don't you ever wear skirts huh? You know boy's don't like tomboys" "You'll never find a boyfriend acting like this" "Why can't you just be a normal girl ?"
You were always so frustrated. You knew the way she treated you wasn't right. She never said anything else, you were just a punching bag for her. Whenever she was in a bad mood, you'd be the first to notice and feel the consequences.
She always said you weren't normal, she always spoke about boys. As if only their opinions of you mattered. Why would they? Why would you care about what they think?
If they have a problem you'd just punch them or something.
So whenever you were with dad you had a bit of peace. He didn't yell at you often. Only if he was really angry.
He never spoke about other boys with you, and if he did, then only bad things.
It was fun. He accepted you.
"Ah that snot nosed brat! Boys your age are fuckin' stupid ya hear me?
The other day I saw one run straight into a pole. Thankfully you're just as intelegent as your father, son"
He never forced you to dress a girly way.
"Put an old shirt on, or else you'll get dirt and oil on your new one. And give me that wrench while you're at it"
So you went out with your father whenever you had the chance.
You didn't have a lot of friends. And you don't think you've ever had a true best friend.
It got worse when you moved to Japan. The language barrier was harder to get through. And school took a lot of your time, you could never go outside. Not that mom would let you leave the house to play, even if you had time.
At home all you had were your mom, dad and sisters you almost never saw.
Dad wasn't home a lot of the time either, so you were stuck with your hateful mom. Even so, you loved her.
You loved her smile whenever she talked about meeting your dad. As if in that moment her life had been fulfilled and everything turned pink, full of sunshine and love.
You loved the caring side of your mother she'd show your sisters and father whenever they were home.
You loved the good mood she'd get whenever she saw your little sisters talking about boys and their plans to marry. Even if they were just blabling nine and four year olds.
