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I never think my mornings will be good. Every morning was basically the same. Constant arguments between my parents, bickering as I was eating breakfast, my brother making a mess, and then my parents fighting about who would take me and my brother to school. It was always my mom so I don't understand the meaning behind those fights.

Every time I would get to school, I knew I had to act like I was okay, as though nothing was going on in my life. All my friends assume that I am doing okay because I always maintain a smile and I make sure to crack jokes. No one knows the pain I am in and the things I truly feel.

High school was the same all those 4 years, up until my mom found out my dad was cheating with someone we had thought to be a family friend. All my senior year was full of my mom and my dads divorce, who would have custody of me and my brother, and who owned what.

Thankfully after a few months they finally settled on everything and my mom won basically everything but gave my dad the things she didn't want. I had decided to live with my mom but go to my dads for some weekends and whatever breaks I had from school, my brother stayed with my dad sadly.

My brother loved my dad and after a week with my mom, she knew where my brother wanted to be so she let him go. I was happy where I was because my mom was always my best friend no matter what. My life was no longer sad and depressing but I didn't even know the things that would come my way after their divorce.  

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