Story of my life.
I wouldn't describe the story of my life as just a typical teenage, young adult kind of story. I would describe it as one wild adventurous story. One that in other words describe me. Young, lit, beautiful, fun, crazy, lovely, drama quèen, mad wild and most of all strong.
Some people would definitely call me weak especially the older generarion.
They would say "What are you grumbling about? You are lucky to have all basic needs and necessities. Why complain? You get to go to good schools which have everything you need to excel in your studies."
Well I wasn't complaining just saying that just because I have all this doesn't mean I don't hurt. I definitely do hurt. The challenges of the older generation are not the challenges of my generation.
We are different people from different generations. I was not surprised to find myself seated in my aunt's house receiving a pep talk from her and her husband.
" I know this divorce is not goung to be easy in you but don't give up this is a going to be rough but atleast don't give up on your studies. Your main goal in life right now is to succeed, in life, in your studies. " my aunt Lora finalized
Well typical of them.
I faked a sweet smile at them then got up and left.
Well I understood their message but I wasn't planning on giving up on my studies just because my parents were divorced.
All I just needed to be assured of was that its normal to feel lost after something like this.
Its okay to feel awful, like a mistake that caused my parents to divorce.
Like they are just divorcing to get rid of me.
Like am not worthy.
Like I am just a burden.
Like I am just thing to be given out.
Like I am just not enough.
Like I lack in everything.
I bit back tears that tried to spill.
'No never I won't cry over my parents divorce. No I am stronger than this.'
I breathed in deeply then tied my braids in a ponytail and got to work.
Well everything happens for a reason but what matters tight now is that I finish packing my belongings and laid them in the truck my mom had borrowed.
I was living with my mom as I was still a minor and she was the only one who seemed fit to take care of me and live with. Still I had to spend sime time with my dad so we had agreed to have father daughter dates on weekends. Yet as per the law my dad was going to have to help jn funding me as I 9was still his biological child.
I walked downstairs and packed the last box in the truck.
"Phooh," I sighed. "That was some tough work."
My mum signalled for me to get into her car and we left aunt Lora's home. The truck carrying our belongings followed us closely behind.
As soon as we were on the road, my mind drifted. We were going to live in a new place. I found that saddening yet strangely exciting at the same time.Since being a toddler, I had known only place as home. That was the home where we had left my dad. After the divorce my mum decided to move out. She said she couldn't live in the same house where she had suffered. Emotionally , physically and where she was going to suffer socially. Now that the whole neighbourhood knew of their divorce and everything that happened. And who are people not to backbite and add their own version if what happened.
So she settled on a place a little bit far from that home. She said she had found a place near Karen. It was a little bit small but fit for just the two of us, as she had said so.
What hurt me the most were the people I was leaving back at dad's house. I mean that has being my home for all my life and I was leaving all that. To say I was scared was an understatement. I was frightened at the idea of a new place.
I had heard of how sometimes neighbours could be rough on someone especially if they were knew. One person would go to work and come back in the evening only to find his house ransacked and the his clothes strewn everywhere.
The second day he found his house trashed. The third day he found his house flooded. They had left the tap running. This continued. Each day a different trick worse than the previous day. Too bad that the person ended up moving after staying for only one week. Well I just hope for us it will be a different story.
"We are here," my mum said smiling at me. I looked at my surroundings, shocked but happy, I smiled at her.
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