When I was five, I thought that I was a perfectly normal girl. I was wrong. I watched Dora the Explorer, Care Bears, and Barbie. My parents were married. It was my mom, my dad, my little sister, and myself. I was starting kindergarden in 2.5 months and I was just as adorable as any kid my age. I was smarter than most kids my age though.
It was just a normal day. I was sitting in my living room, sitting in my little chair, watching Dora the Explorer. My sister was in our room playing with our Barbies. I assumed that my mom and dad were sleeping because they were so quiet in their bedroom. I was just sitting there. I was about fifteen minutes into my episode. I heard this loud shriek come out of my mom and dad's room. At first, I thought that one of them was hurt. They were not. The shriek was coming from my mom. She was yelling at my dad. They came out of the room with my dad walking backwards my mom following him with a (I know this is crazy but bare with me here) hairdryer in her hands. She looked like she was going to throw it at him. My dad turned towards me and quickly looked away to look back at my mom. He looked afraid. That does not happen. When he was looking at me, I caught glimpse of blood slowly dripping down his cheek. My mom had hurt him is what I thought for a second, but then realized that it could not be true.
What I did not realize, was something terrifying to say...even in words on "paper".
She did hurt him.
I never thought that it would ever happen. She had always seemed like she loved him so much. He did love her. The only thing that I ever thought to be weird, was that she went on a lot of business trips. She was only a paralegal! Paralegals don't go on more than 4 business trips a year. She took more than that. She took about 6 or 7 trips a year...maybe even more. Sometimes she would go for a month at a time. I kind of got used to not seeing my mom a lot. I sometimes liked it being just my dad, my sister, and myself.
Anyways. I paused Dora the Explorer and looked at my mom and dad fighting so loud that Washington D.C could probably hear them. The President probably had a migraine so bad he had to call the Secret Service to protect him...again. My dad tried to calm her down, but it had no impact on the situation.
I remember my mom punching him in the chest, the stomach and the shoulders.
I remember her storming away into what I thought was her bedroom...It was the bathroom.
She came out with a hairdryer in her hands. I didn't know what to think really. My dad knew. He saw her come out and backed away from her as fast as he could. He wasn't fast enough. She through it at him. It hit him in the stomach.
She threw a laptop, a pen(at his ear), and the hair dryer.
My mom told me and my sister to put on our shoes and to get into the car.
My sister and I of course...refused.
We told her that we knew everything. And by everything I mean that she was cheating on my dad.
~That night changed my life forever.~
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If there was a thing called love
RandomIf there were a thing called love, you and I would have it. This is a story with poems that I wrote myself about how much I love a boy in my life. This story is also about how my life has gone since I was 5. Read it and weep.
