When my mom found out I wanted to live with my dad she was devastated. She cried and I know she would never forgive me for it and still hasn't. I find it unfair to me considering how young I was and how I might be feeling. I remember the day my mom moved out I wasn't aloud into the room but I eventually I was. She had packed bags and we were sitting on the bed and she told me bye. I can just hear me saying why does it have to be like this while she held me and we both cried. Her boyfriend was outside waiting. My dad didn't even seem to have any reaction I just remember him sitting on the couch watching TV. The only thing I had left from my mom was a deck of cards and a pillow. I treasured both and remember not letting anybody touch it. My cousins would think I was crazy and weird for not letting them touch any of it. I still think they don't get it. Everyday since them I would wish for my parents to get back together wheather it was blowing on that while flower or throwing coins in a water fountain or even making a wish at 11:11. But it wasnt until I was like 10 I just knew it wouldn't happen and I realized it was probably better that way. The day I told the lawyer I wanted to live with my dad he promised me he wouldn't tell anybody but I was seven and naïve and I didn't know that it was obvious he would. I honestly think I have trust issues because of that man.
