The Child

The Move

After they got divorced my mom was always in a depressed mood. He took over the house until he moved to Tennessee and we moved in with my Nana and my Pappy Tom. I loved living with my Nana because I trusted her more than I did my own mother. She was always there for me when I needed her and she still is today. Anyways, my mom didn't even have the energy to get out of bed anymore so me and my little brother were basically raised by my Nana. At that point in time my pappy was to devoted to his work and his motorcycle than his family. We lived with them for a year until my 10th birthday. That is when my Nana and my Pappy Tom got into a fight and they soon afterwards got divorced as well.

After they got divorced my Nana moved out and so did we. We then moved into my Pappy and Carolyn's house. (This pappy is my mom's biological father) The rules there were way more strict then when I lived with my Nana. It didn't seem to bother me to much because I was used to being on a strict schedule. My brother on the other hand was not. Him and my Pappy would constantly get into fights because of my brother's attitude. Which would then lead to my Pappy fighting with my mom about the way she raised my brother. Everything seemed fine to me though, I was actually happy, to me I had a good life. I came home to food on the table, I never got hit, and I always got tucked in at night by Carolyn(my pappy's wife). I felt loved in that house. But suddenly when I got back from Camp mom told me that we once again moved. Her side of the story was that Pappy was tired of my mom taking my brother places, but my pappy's story was that he was sick of my mother and my brother treating him with disrespect. I haven't spoke to him since that incident....