October 17th was the day my parents told us that there getting a divorce. I was heartbroken like I thought someday I would have a relationship like my parents. Well that's wrong. I don't want to divorce a girl I loved and had 3 kids with. The divorce was final January 3rd 2015. By February my dads stuff was out of the house. My dad lived with his parents until May then my dad got his own house. I've only been to his house once. I never see him anymore because he never really cares he stopped caring when I was 6 when my little brother was born I was his little girl I was his only daughter his princess his best friend...
Then he drank and did some bad stuff. He can't even stand up for his own kids. He couldn't stand up to his family. he still can't.
